posted December 05, 2005 05:24 PM         

quote:

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talk about your most fabulous and horrific dances

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Wow!

I wrote a poem many many years ago that might fit in here. Mind if I share?

posted December 05, 2005 10:17 PM         

There's dawn, morn, mid-morning, afternoon, evening, twilight, midnight...
why no name for the deepest hours of the night?

Isn't that the time where the threshold between madness and intense depth of Soul-Surging unite in force to Create True Genuis of Creations and ART?

mmm...what kind of word could even begin to describe it?

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I stumbled into the stinging Retina Dawn
feverish and trembling
madness still tingling
the membranes of my mind

Bursting out of that endless Dark Night,
Rebirthed
anew from some past mutant inhabitant
who rode the days in slumber,
never breaking on beyond the
telling Dream

In frenzy, the Sun
In delirium
The Sky
Eyes and Chin raised
Nobly

Forever Changed
for
a Silent Scream.

posted December 05, 2005 10:37 PM         

~Then build a fire and share some stew, and talk about your most fabulous and horrific dances.~

That single sentence was awing.
Gave me chills.

posted December 06, 2005 05:29 AM         

Love to all of you.

posted February 02, 2006 05:21 AM         

where sweet wanderings
tangle in lost memories
where novice wonderings
seek the sacred rite
to know the knowings
that give breath to the night

Pillow, comfort this reeling mind
If ever I truly felt divine
it was inbetween midnight
and 3 am
Inbetween that moment
of awakening and passion
and that moment of Zen
when the star-lit universe
reeled in the mysteries
that light couldn't comprehend.

posted February 03, 2006 02:17 PM         

Wow!... Lia!
This is incredible!
You have such an eye and ear
for the recurring mysteries...
You must have been "plugged in"
when you wrote this.
Does that happen to you a lot,
or, were you brought to these experiences
mostly through the maddening
vicissitudes of love?
I know, the ability to create something
which points with sturdy finger
so unerringly toward the infinite profound....
it is a pale consolation beside
the ravenous flames of unrequited love.
But, it is awe-inspiring to see you transform,
as the soul-fire burns away the
fleshy dross of your human heart,
and leaves, immaculate,
a blinding crystal ember,
more potent than that densest of points
from which the whole of creation burst forth.

You have such a rich and beautiful soul, Lia..
Thank you for sharing with me.

I loved what you wrote on the "to be edited" thread...
I had forgotten about that thread.
I was tripping on acid, when I wrote it.
But sometimes the true dark of night is inspiration enough,
if we only let it be, I know.
"...that moment of Zen
when the star-lit universe
reeled in the mysteries
that light couldn't comprehend."
Beautiful.

posted February 04, 2006 12:23 PM         

Thanks so much for your beautiful understanding words.
"the maddening vicissitudes of love"
Yes...very much so.
Madness...one's Soul & the Universe; silent witnesses, yearning to describe some deep primal passion that words could never form.

spam? hmm....will send a mail and see what's up with that.

I'm with pix ...no big deal that other's know, but thanks for your edit, anyway.

Pray, can one truly find someone in this world who so easily senses feelings yet unvoiced?
You are an amazing and beautiful Soul yourself, Steve.