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Post by anirbas on Apr 11, 2007 12:13:21 GMT -6
I reached into the glowing sun
of the unconditional unknown,
knowing full well the flesh of my fingers
would curl, peel and burn with the effort...
I reach now, into the pristine moon
of unconditional enlightenment,
peace and serenity. Knowing my spirit
will be reborn, refreshed and replenished...
Who needs meat on their bones, anyway?
I can still flip pages and type quite well,
with these skeletal digits,
I'm sporting in this now...
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Post by DavidMc on Apr 11, 2007 13:06:47 GMT -6
I reach now, into the pristine moon of unconditional enlightenment, peace and serenity. Knowing my spirit will be reborn, refreshed and replenished... The souls essence captured.. wonderful writing! Love, David |
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Post by Sam on Apr 11, 2007 15:30:42 GMT -6
Beautiful, and thought provoking....... Scratches her head again....... Sam  |
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Post by anirbas on Apr 12, 2007 8:12:31 GMT -6
David and Sam, Thank you both for taking the time to read and comment on this piece. [monkey see, monkey do, like yawning, head scratching is contagious.... joins Sam in striking a head scratching pose....] Take care, ya'll. Sabrina |
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Post by anirbas on Apr 17, 2007 8:59:26 GMT -6
~This Minute-
the past is gone.
swallowed completely whole.
nothing left for which to atone.
tomorrow isn't here yet.
that it will make it,
is never a sure bet.
Today-
is all we have.
it's in our hands: touch it,
smell it, live it, rejoice it!
do that now!
this hour, this minute, without delay.
For tomorrow-
the past will be today...
swallowed up, eaten up, gone.
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Post by anirbas on Apr 17, 2007 9:01:18 GMT -6
~Grounded Thunderbird
I dance. I dance in the light.
I dance. I dance in the rain.
I dance. I dance in the night.
I dance as my heart opens wide
to the ephemeral Ancients.
And they dance, with and through me.
Their songs ringing, in the confines of my skull.
Transporting me to rise from the bowels
of my circumstances.
A grounded Thunderbird,
released into the azure sky,
once more, to fly.
A free child of the Creator.
No longer enslaved, by human interpretation
or judgements of me.
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Post by anirbas on Apr 18, 2007 13:43:37 GMT -6
I look into the day...
The day looks into me...
Both of us knowing
the way the day
shapes up, is up to me...
Not God, Allah, Buddha
or Mahatma Ghandi...
It's up to me...
I take the day, slap it around,
throw it on the ground, stomp
on it for good measure,
and talk about it,
in this poem,
going
absolutely
nowhere...
Your day is yours...
What you do with your day
is up to you...Me? I'm about to run
into the rest of my day...I might not
be baling hay, but you can be rest assured,
I'll be chasing after the sunshine
left in the day...
Knowing,
I'm a free child
of the Creator...
And you can't catch me...
Unless you glean satisfaction
from chasing after sunshine, too...
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Post by DavidMc on Apr 18, 2007 13:49:30 GMT -6
Your writing throughtout this thread is exceptional, filled with wisdom and insightful observation.
Love, David
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Post by anirbas on Apr 18, 2007 14:08:24 GMT -6
Thanks, Chief!
Love, Sabrina.
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Post by anirbas on Apr 19, 2007 10:26:41 GMT -6
~The Standard
We get up.
We stagger.
We stumble.
We fall.
We crawl.
Over and over,
as humans.
That's all...
~*~
~Keep Breathing
There is beauty
in this noble effort...
Crawling from hands and knees,
to get to our feet, to stand once more...
Again and again, over and over, come what may
to storm or shine on any given day...
No one pats us on the back for breathing,
for daring to continue living, for surviving...
That's what our own hands are for...
Have you patted yourself on the back, today?
Honored yourself, in any small way? Do it now...This minute...
For in honoring yourself, you automatically honor others...
Respect yourself, first and foremost, just for making it...
Still being in the race of life, laughing one minute
and crying the next...There is beauty, peace
not where we find it, but where we craft
it to be...Sometimes, in a poem;
other times by reaching
a hand out to someone,
knowing it may return to you,
chewed off to a stub of a knub...
Life really isn't a race...It's a club...
Sometimes, it lets you be part of the organization...
Othertimes, it's the other club...Whacking you over the head...
To get your attention or keep your attention...
I havn't figured that one out, yet...
Have you? Does life hit us over the head,
to get our attention, or keep our attention?
I ask these questions, expecting no answers...
Just musing to myself, through poeming...
Knowing, the only answer is to breathe...
Just keep breathing...Whether crawling,
getting up, standing or falling...
That is the standard for living...
Just keep breathing...
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Post by drakkoby on Apr 19, 2007 12:30:33 GMT -6
I love this one. It should be posted on the bulletin board at the downtown schizophrenia/depression drop-in. |
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Post by anirbas on Apr 20, 2007 10:45:49 GMT -6
Thanks, Drakkoby...Your input has always been invaluable to me and continues to be so...
If you like, post it there, the bulletin board, if that is feasible. However, just the sentiment
that you thought it should be posted there, brought a smile to my face...Thanks! Nir.
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Post by anirbas on Apr 20, 2007 11:00:43 GMT -6
In knowing the unknown,
standing on the cusp of what was,
what is, and what may yet, never be...
One reverts back to a child of magic...
Believing in all possibility and trusting
that nothing is ever what it seems
or feels to be...Part of knowing
the unknown, is knowing,
one knows absolutely,
nothing for sure...
~*~
The eye is easily drawn
to and tricked by optical illusions...
But, the hand knows...
What the eye doesn't...
If you can't touch it,
feel it against your skin,
sending tactile messages
to your nerve endings,
screaming to your brain,
we have it, whatever it is,
in hand...In hand!
It isn't there,
until you can...
~*~
Part of knowing
the unknowing
is believing,
it's possible,
lightning
can strike
twice...
And does...
It remains
to be seen, where...
When and how...
~*~
I embrace the knowing...
As well the unknown of what
may yet be, or not, as the case may be...
And I dance, I glide down the median,
the cusp betwixt and between
two roads, neither of which
is the path I choose
or chose...
Content,
to just breathe...
Take one day at a time...
Believing in nothing and everything...
A child of magic, enchanted but not tricked
by the known or the unknown...Believing in nothing,
I can't touch with my hands, or run my fingers over...
But, adhering to the mystery of all possibility...
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Post by anirbas on Apr 21, 2007 12:18:03 GMT -6
It is good to know...
You are there...
The Darkling King,
The Aurorian Queen,
and the Minister of Reality...
Your auras soothe
this child of the world...
No, I'm not crazy...
This is a subliminal shout out to you...
And you know who you are...
*gigglegiggle*
[this of the moment, inspired bit, isn't a display
of favoritism...just a cypherical shout-out,
to the folks, I saw on the board at the same time
I was on...]
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Post by tolteclogic on Apr 23, 2007 9:40:03 GMT -6
"...Part of knowing
the unknown, is knowing,
one knows absolutely,
nothing for sure..."
truly inspiring work
universal, flowing
tl
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Post by anirbas on Apr 23, 2007 11:51:17 GMT -6
Thanks, "Minister"... ;D Thanks, millionz! Sabrina.
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Post by Sam on Apr 27, 2007 15:06:57 GMT -6
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 28, 2007 0:55:53 GMT -6
Hey, Sam!
~*~
Knowing,
what you already know,
outloud, is better than knowing
it in your head and heart, in silence...
~*~
To hear one speak of you, what they think of you...
Speak it at you, instead of it clouding the air
with it's static, I'm not there, but I am, stench...
To hear one speak of you, what they think of you...
As you already have felt in your spirit they do...
Instead of hurting, is oddly, free, free, freeing...
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Post by anirbas on Apr 30, 2007 19:42:47 GMT -6
Draws nigh the time long awaited...
Baby steps taken towards reclamation
of the spirit, now quicken into a longer stride...
Dreams, prayers and wishes,
take on an energy all their own--
Spawned in the cauldron of righteous rebellion.
A woman slips a key into a lock and the door
begins to swing outward...The air thins and thickens
about her, undulating with the birthpangs of change...
As she steps to the edge of her cage and looks outward
into the world at large, no rage left within her...
No mercy left within her for the past, either...
Only a deep need to be free to be...
To just blessed be...
And the peace of knowing she is
about to be, just that...
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by DavidMc on Apr 30, 2007 22:48:26 GMT -6
"I reached into the glowing sun
of the unconditional unknown,
knowing full well the flesh of my fingers
would curl, peel and burn with the effort..."... knowing the flesh of my fingers would heal, strengthen and grasp hold of the prize!
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Post by anirbas on May 1, 2007 8:02:34 GMT -6
hehegigglegiggle...YES! YES! YES! that's exactly what these moments of my life feel like...
that I and my fingers are healing, strengthening and grasp, grasp, grasping!!!!!!!
YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
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Post by amycando on May 1, 2007 19:54:28 GMT -6
Ahhhh Exquisite work in here!!!!!!   |
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Post by anirbas on May 1, 2007 22:50:10 GMT -6
ggglgggl...Amy, you find and share the cutest smilies...and thanks, sweets!
it's good to see you hanging out, stranger! Nir.
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Post by anirbas on May 1, 2007 23:07:56 GMT -6
1. More vulnerable
as a woman
than I have been
since I carried
a kicking child
within the confines
of my womb...
I realize, I'm walking
a line that could knot
and tangle hazardously
about my feet before I can beat
a hasty, graceless retreat...
2. I am vulnerable
in the state of this now...
And so, I put myself into the hands
of God, the universe, the Powers that Be
and the angels, both celestial and earthbound...
Rely upon that which I cannot see
to protect me in this moment
and the next one following it...
And the minute after that...
Knowing, when all is said
and done, peace and peace
of mind, will be my reward
for what I'm leaving behind
and the risks I'm taking...
3. I am not afraid of the future...
But, I wish the next three weeks
were over, done and dimming
in the archives of my memory banks...
I am like a horse, champing at the bit...
Rearing up at the gate, eyes rolling,
running on adrenaline and nerves...
Jumping at the flitting swerves of flies...
I am the jockey, atop my own back...
Speaking soothingingly to myself...
Muttering sweet, uplifting phrases
in my own ear, to remind me,
all's well that ends well...
No less with this tale
and trail of woe and travail...
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Post by anirbas on May 5, 2007 11:00:09 GMT -6
Without going into detail,
because I can't right now--
from my mother's heart,
I'd like to request prayers
for mine and Ivy's safety
over these next several days
and couple of weeks...
Especially, Ivy's safety...
For those of you in the know, already...
I cannot thank you enough for your prayers
and the mental, emotional and spiritual
support your thoughts have given me...
Sincerly, Sabrina.
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Post by anirbas on May 12, 2007 21:51:31 GMT -6
the unknown dimensions of future tomorrows ahead of me...
dreams and dreams of dreams i have for those days...
plans and plans of plans circle my mind in an organizational haze...
chaos and stress surround me as i prepare for my upcoming bon voyage...
into the unknown dimensions of future tomorrows ahead of me...
~*~
i know not what lies ahead...
other than what i dream to plan can be...
the unknown beckons me...draws me to it's inner realms...
nothing is easy, eyes wide open, without bitterness or qualms...
i know not what lies ahead...but, i know there i shall find joy and peace
of mind, something i know i do not have now, in this known world...
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Post by anirbas on May 14, 2007 23:54:09 GMT -6
I do not know why...
What you say,
think or write--
either fires me up
with incandescent inspiration;
inflames me with passion;
or more importantly,
soothes my ravaged spirit...
I only know that it does...
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Post by justnir on May 15, 2007 9:54:27 GMT -6
~No Less Than Now...
Ah, beauteous angel of lightness,
glorious even when at your darkest-
right you were, beloved child of God,
to burn your straightjacket.
This institutionalized life,
to escape and ever spurn...
To adjourn to higher realms...
Taking flight into the peace
to be found, endlessly
circling cloud puffed
and dotted blue skies.
Even in the absence of the angels,
nuggets of wisdom, may still be found...
Left like breadcrumbs upon a Grimmslian
crafted and inspired footpath...
Ah, beauteous angel of lightness,
glorious even when at your darkest-
always, you were the wisest...
No less than now...
~Sabrina
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Post by anirbas on May 24, 2007 23:30:51 GMT -6
fits and frizzles
of drizzles hit the pavement
and sidewalks with a hiss of a splat...
atmosphere palpitates with electricity,
pulses with throbs of thunder, undulates
and unfolds in liquidic echoes and ripples-
cartoonish, watery action marks
of parenthesis and exclamation points
bound and bounce about me from every surface...
a natural reverse mirroring
of the inverse vibrations
emanating in hard, quick bleets
and long slow beats from my spirit's heart...
the countdown of days falls into the single digits...
tomorrow hovers ever nearer, like a guardian angel,
whose wings enfold me, mantling my laterally
scattered but linearly focused thoughts...
the past fades at my feet...
a drying, shrinking water spot
sinking into the tired warp and woof
of a faded and torn floor rug...
the present stands still...
a dimensional corridor I walk through
to access the future,
to come and be...
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Post by anirbas on May 27, 2007 16:18:31 GMT -6
spirit wrestling with one extreme, then the another...
one second anxious, hyper vigilant with worry...
the next minute, euphoric to the point of hysteria...
tingles running up my tender nape
on spidery legs of apprehension...
flesh shivering with bound and gagged joy...
about to literally burst in half, shatter into quarters...
i seat myself at the feet of your words...
encircled by your thoughts, I am calmed, soothed...
thank you...i needed that spiritual group hug...
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