The Nature of Daylight

Good stuff!

If you haven't already hear 'em, you should check out Sylvain Chauveau and Ólafur Arnalds.

how come there's nothing there?

Thank you



Last Edited by siteless on 07/06/2010 05:09 AM

You must ascend from the darkness before the moving pictures fill your screen.

Dont worry, it was a siteless error

For every tangle of darkness,
light still catches on even the smallest pieces of broken.

following the dream, untill its in the hand.

Sea-sons change you know

Up turned gaze, widened wise,
wizened n wild eyes straining through shady heavens,
rippling chalices brimming full, to the brink silent with Braille, blink shallow, swallow, translate.

siteless...awesome. In all of it, the song, the sound, your comment hyphenated like that...all of it's like a synchronicity "night cap" given the wild day I've had. I'm seriously chuckling at the irony.

Loved some of the other songs because they were so relaxing, and that's always nice. I'm saving this thread to my favorites.

Thank you!

someone else’s ........... When I first saw the light of day.

^^^^^ we are nothing unless our hears are our crowns ^^^^^





Smiles.. thanks

From perigee to perigee
paper tigers whisper delirious litanies,
eyes lifted toward Lyra like autumn moons.
Beatific upon crystalline skys;
cutting through sable endless
thread bare sheets of satin,
pitted with bleeding pyre sparks;
leaving silver tears hung and falling.

Amorphous rhythmus beg invocation
sweet releasing

spilling of murmuring voices quiet.
Nothing more than
fallible harlequins dancing across torn clouds
of grieving mute supplication.

Transpire the illume muggletonians, the introverted
audience, self’s captive.

Filling twilights which fall into harmonic madrigal,
once again unhinged
octuple choirs sing
unto saddened souls to lift once more. Once more.

DTL

Jonquils:

There is beauty in stabilised ruins;
rusting scaffolds, prickling hessian,
and summer rooms vapoury drapery
limp before damp frosted glass.

I can’t believe everything’s still here.

Daphne permeates naked timbers
porous cracked and powdery bricks;
roils in on floor draughts up dingy passage ways
drawn by cold chimneys to each room.

I can’t believe summer hasn’t taken them.

I can’t believe this roof still stands
beneath four seasons of leaves; from
that old walnut, bare, girdled tightly by ivy
murdered by the merciful sun last season,

it would offer up sweet fruits
if only someone would beat the cockatoos.
I lean into the garden to gather up jonquils
shiver to feel this old place was never left alone.

I can almost smell raisin toast, cinnamon,
and hear those children excited by brand new lambs,
but the breeze nipped the back of my neck, tucking memories
right back to yesterday when I forgot.

But I remembered enough to pick the jonquils,
and bring them to you.

:siteless:

You must share gold or something

I'm sorry I'm not sure what you mean. But thank you I think.

Has anyone fed you today? Are you fed well? What are you being fed?

"Has any one reminded you today you didnt come here to prove anything"



"Has any one told you never to doubt your own worth?"



Love Light and peace:



It is in the stillness of our heart that we find the peace we seek in the world. It is the connection deep within to the very source of our being where we recognize the oneness of life. It is here that we transcend the duality of perceived right and wrong thinking, judgment, control and attachment. In this awareness, we let go of the need to have the world behave according to our preconceived expectations and we dare to love unconditionally. We embrace love for loves sake and in doing so, we also experience peace.

To know unconditional love is to know peace. When we love without condition, we naturally engage the dynamic quality of peace and allow this energy to permeate our outer experience as well. We balance the inner and outer reflections with a grander perspective that sees beyond the obvious before us. We know we are simply experiencing life from our unique viewpoint in the moment and we have the power to choose love and peace.

Although many assume peace to be quiescent, idle and quiet, it is truly an energy that is vibrant and alive. It is colorful, engaging and encouraging. It is filled with potential and enhances our creativity. It calls to us to explore without limitation and to express ourselves with a distinct sense of freedom. Peace is also something we easily share as it is in limitless supply. We joyfully convey it to others and witness its expansion in ever growing waves.

Peace begins with us. It has always been this way. The more we express our love, the greater our sense of peace. The more peace we radiate, the more profoundly we comprehend the sublime beauty it reveals. Since love and peace already exist as a state of consciousness within us, it ensures that it will become our collective reality.

Peace prevails in you and in me. Together, we are the establishment of peace on earth.

Love, light and peace,
Harold W. Becker
President and Founder
The Love Foundation, Inc.
Inspiring People to Love Unconditionally
www.thelovefoundation.com

Bendin no more.... the song we shape
bendin no more.... the song we shape
enter the call
and of the storm, and of the sward
we shape.

fiddled like a jig.




Inner towers, sound like saturn, just a bit, enchanting.
(pun intended)

hearts sounds like awwwww



Kind lords, ladies, loves of all, tempest parity linguists.
Ye whom feast hardy upon daubery prose, she to he to
her to the affectioned many ne'er pensive o'er bounteous
neywords set to song by word oneyer candle wasters.
Ye standing rattling the clack-dish half full with stars
diminutive illume mercies, enmesh'd in rushing nights
stream and grant a voice eloquence otherwise featureless.
For from our pens a blood-bolted weary toil utter we sit
fordone, most capricious poets erring unbarbed unbracen'd
we unlook to joy once found in askance. Where once
nothing lay ahead but to kiss the air, its spring breath, gentil caress to our ears, alas tis a desert! As dry as marble tombs, as suffering as the absent argument of what in spirit cannot arrest or alas attest, but disguise well upon the unfolding star that settles the flock. A silent hark to bid the Sheppard's dream deep as deep as forgotten
in upon their glowing fires ever present to our core.
Warms thy touch near and roughly rubs away thine day
to moodgilded dust, sprinkled measured affined
o're and toward emerald fields, lingering dews, truths,
half truths and full lies, fallen dull sullen dead.
Millstones to weep, if only we were poets, such in heart as thee.


Tribute to touchstone (As you like it ) W.S.

siteless.