Topic: Story sake

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what a curious affair

masking tape that does not stick when you apply it

air tanks that run out of air



painted hands painty

painted shoes

painted pants

painty painty painty paint !



cant wait to see the green go over the bone

it s a sight for a vehicular of your own

the sun was there

think it might have burnt my face


my head is empty

cant remember all those fabulous things

i was supposed to know


you are great Jahn

thought i d better let you know



also so



guess you would have known a

thing or two about all that stuff


a pebble in the well saves the long dive


so the water can come up to you


least thata whata been

old water knows how to fetch the easy drink


understanding and all that

its not what you think

what you know


just babbling bubbles


into the well


singing is a talent

best taught whilst singing


pitch whistle stop


cant stop

don t stop


can t remember any words or any wise

so ill just make something up


and remember another sunrise

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wheres the chi now ?

6.30 chi

on the time sheet

could have sang you a different song around about nooon


cresent moon

matters now not


inside the earth was walking along

gliding upon


time was the stars held


could have sand you a different song around noon


turned on the tv and saw what was going on


wondered about the wander

where the sky opens up

because the light vehicle comes up

rises

like a plant from good soil

wondered about wandering and a song around noon


the sun was up


commitments are a funny thing



i hear people saying this will happen and that

and it does'nt happen and then leaves a divot in the plan


skillful hand versus a plan


could have written a different song


when the five rays came in and sang along

told me about the plan

the earth the moon the sun and singing along


bridges in the sky

and the unknown rain


hail was falling somewhere down the coast

even


i like the word hilarious


yet it does not align with what i see at 6.39

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five ray pancake

solar shower

solar flares actually aurora

flora


like in the dream around a shed

somebody was there


and those comet looking things

tails and the sounds


yet colourful


panicking i watched them


think it was this place here


and an orange glow in the sky


tigers again

the both of us two


after watching them on television


guess that s what you do


painting is an art

i am learning


a little better today


more thinners


when to stop and the speed


a careful steady hand


maybe i should apply that in different setting s



i would like to bring ease to situations


because the masks can fall


and we can see something else


maybe those wisps of light with tails


the aurora


guess that was what happened when those masks falled

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they whistled as they went by

those wispy lights in the sky

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i waited for you

you were in my imagination

i held the door open in my mind s eye

and the wind blew

howling

i ask you to step outside and be blown away

so we can see each other

you seem afraid of the wind

of what will happen to the self

what it means to let it go

i asked the wind to make a song

from the first seed

where the garden was singing

and you'd come by the well

i got lonely holding onto the door

the wind blowing my memories of the door a foot on either side

i forget what we were fighting for sometimes

so well yell and scream and point

one in the door the other to out

the wind looping around

sweeping around like a crown of thorn trying to find a way past

i ask of the wind

give the strength or patience or whats required

so give the ability to point the way to finding value

value in the wind

or a still pond

or what s coming and what s gone

what s valuable

all things don t feel the same

like the saying

let those who have eyes to see see

and let them not have to be alone with it sometimes

and let the earth heal them of everything that aches

ails

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oft lesten bigandergern

the voices

of the kin souls

how the wind did howl

how those voices were appreciated

how the mirrors of losten souls

were mirrored in selves

finding repercussive elements

confusion

clanging

thank you for the kin souls

the travellers on the path who could hold a tune

and help hold the steady brush

even remembering in helping

mirrors remembering something else

makes the reflections seem different in values also

in that light

as the light getting a harmonic tune

tines ringing out

finding a way

they said

its healing

yet i see it going backwards

they say face the oncoming time

i say with what ?

i d say loops seem to be losing momentum

like a dreamer coming across a sick child

and not being able to pass untill they help clean up the sick

the gatekeeper

in a fragile yet strong heart

thanks to the familiar kin 

the souls who help hold a tune

that finds a harmony ring out

amongst mirrors

breathing in breathing something out

looking at the horizon

gracious healers

[Nichi]

i waited for you

you were in my imagination

i held the door open in my mind s eye

and the wind blew

howling

i ask you to step outside and be blown away

so we can see each other

you seem afraid of the wind

of what will happen to the self

what it means to let it go

i asked the wind to make a song

from the first seed

where the garden was singing

and you'd come by the well

i got lonely holding onto the door

the wind blowing my memories of the door a foot on either side

i forget what we were fighting for sometimes

so well yell and scream and point

one in the door the other to out

the wind looping around

sweeping around like a crown of thorn trying to find a way past

i ask of the wind

give the strength or patience or whats required

so give the ability to point the way to finding value

value in the wind

or a still pond

or what s coming and what s gone

what s valuable

all things don t feel the same

like the saying

let those who have eyes to see see

and let them not have to be alone with it sometimes

and let the earth heal them of everything that aches

ails

You know, Simon, this is really beautiful. Did you intend it to be poetry? Because it certainly seems to be. Poetry and a prayer. Nice work.

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i just read something by a poet

and something about the writer of the book which contained that poets poetry

it was about a haiku

and the images and emotions and words

and something that made a lot of sense

all the things strung together

as though water and the words were water

the pictures were the words there was no difference

i think i am just living as poetry because what they were speaking about was

the same as how i speak a lot

i mean to say i speak in pictures and emotions as words

they are not separate


yes i did mean it to be poetry

and it is very deep to me

and it expands in meaning

things are strung together

i am experiencing different things and knowledge

which is strung together inseparably


i was listening to a radio interview

i think it was the man who wrote the infamous book

called something about the devils something was it Salmen Rushdie ?


any way he claimed in islam

that a part of the book was about a guy who was going crazy

experiencing vision


i understood exactly what that guy was talking about


the guy who he was calling crazy


was actually being led through awareness


like a pillar of light tapping into knowledge



it was the areas of knowledge which were apparently removed from the text


which led to different avenues which led to particular knowledge


which was not of a "higher" type


thats what i got out of it any way


not that the guy was crazy or that the particular knowledge was

insignificant although possible not something wanting to be followed or

grasped


as far removed from acceptable norms



i can relate to this because the direction of awareness

will find alignments not necessarily beneficial for growth although

perhaps that is not possibly entirely true also



as the history of the world is written in the water



everything is talking



layers




i almost had an accident on my way home just now


i had screeching tyres when a van pulled in front of myself and another car




luckily the guy in front of me went into the middle of the road on the right


and when my brakes locked i went straight and ended up actually overtaking

the car on the inside



straight away my car radio started with


" bing bang crash " car crashes ?    need repairs blah blah blah


my sense of humour was significantly numbed

yet perhaps it snapped me out of it 




also you might appreciate this one


i was driving today


first i was staring into the bush waiting for somebody


i was hitting rocks with a stick like a bat

not hard


wondering what could be done to gain money or material from the bush

a way to live and balance with nature and feel full by the type of life




after that i went driving


i followed a car



stumbling across a bridge i looked to the sign


it was named 'fox' something as the words became visible exactly and

immediately


at the exact same time the radio says " the fox was really in the chicken

coup"




next i arrived at my job now listening  waiting watching



a man asks me if i can give him a lift


so i do

he has dark skin


he is half aboriginal





he tells me about things and it turn s  out he makes didgeredoos


i ask him to show me which trees to use



he points to a small and bare one and says " see that one with a couple of

leaves"




maybe that can help to show what i mean by life is poetry that way


because the images emotions thoughts and words are not separate



i guess life just is poetry


so its easier to keep it together

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so today on the television they are saying scientists

have discovered that everything is strung together on dark matter

like a web

that the stars are strung together on this web

and that it is leading to what they called from their limited view

an insignificant point within space


they say the stars are streaming around towards these points like a stream

of water




that's dreaming for you


of course you can test the web

and its streaming

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wow that moons looking full probably falling on the water somewhere

guess it'll be a dream now

off to that place

maybe wake up

can t remember much maybe that ll change


something is helping


after a lot of struggle


its go time


when its stop time nothing can budge it


but its go time now



the flood gates open and the water comes


hand on the pulse


that s it hand on the pulse



feels like loss is when the tide wont let go


if you ve been caught in a rip you ll know


 
tides in tides out



washing things up on the white sand shore


feet that dig in when its time to go



and the help that comes when it s time to go

movement



the water and sand washes the old timber smooth



washes it up



life was not always smooth sometimes it was a smooth run


patience could have been called something else just as well


just another word of momentum

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gravity engines

purring in the back ground


how high is the sky


plugged into the source of the sound


all around


chirp bird friend sings just one time


wince the pooch



now its beep booop wip woop woop


behind



it s all around the noise



inside the mind



outside the walls



inside the walls



frantic chattering willy wagtail


tailing side to side



i m watching it like someone once said


watch that fire



wondering how high is the sky


chittering

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hey mister i read the prologue of the book


it was pretty darned good


last night they allowed us a peek


will buy it soonish


cant wait to hear the words told


would love it to fall on the ears of people i know


especially about the beginning of the journey

being hard


and whether the words would be wasted in that way


i really enjoy the style


style and groove are they the same thing


thats a story for another time


no style and groove are not the same thing


i can be completely stylish whilst completely un groovy im sure


thats just the spin


im rambling


separate the latter from the former

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tornado closing in

puts me in a tail spin


feel the fog on the ground with the moons

rays coming down


everything timing each past future


each together



why walk this way



when it clicks together


ill know it



like the dream of running away



as i always did since a child



i say theres no future in the crap


like a dog eat dog yet its chasing its own tail to win



sail away


is it just me or is the fog closing in


if i switch off the source of the attention


will my absence make the world a better place



like a tree that falls in the forest




every time the man walks back into the forest does he see it there





and does that tree create oxygen which floats elsewhere and bring carbon

monoxide to bear its fruit


actually what s the difference between a tree and a man aside the obvious

one



some kind of respect for each other ethersome



whew

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when discussing the second attention detail in the

face of the third

curious skeward glance


third


oh



no


clouds appearing



when the heaven opens

the two witnesses stand as one and heaven is restored

now theres a curious phrase and attestment


is it that the two witnesses being either non discerned

as people or races


that they were both i wondered


where was the land of canaan


oh my speculation



two sides seen


swimming was it simple as yin yang

or something



awareness what is dependent arising and the like



from which attention


making sure all structural supports are in place



aqueise yes that was the eagles command


well the all spark is absolutely accountable



the mingling attentions


i wonder from which springs which



now that is the question of questions


without answers of answers perhaps



lay on the earth


close a dream



nice dreams of earth and people



water close by



living all components equaling importance



its living breathing dreaming


truth


aqueising



fruit sald


doves



what must be done



following lines

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coffee the night last there was a scwarking out back

next came the caws

they continued with it

a major disturbance

tonight it was the kookaburra

they bring a smile with their laugh its contagious

remind me of a man who s truck had tipped and oh

yes i promise to try and refrain from that word