http://www.lucidsoul.org We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.~ Buddha Mon, 07 May 2007 03:11:52 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I laughed a little, my heart unseen; It felt good to be hidden, even from birds now back in the sky. A return to normalcy, sanitary and clean - Where the day smiles at life, even without me having to try. ‘You cannot disturb this,’ I told myself. ‘This is peace I have found, without ... http://www.lucidsoul.org/2007/05/05/54/ Fast forward to midnight when I'm there with you where everything's quiet and no one gets through Fast forward to midnight I don't really care how just make sure that you do it and please do it now Fast forward to midnight because until you do nothing is calming and nothing will do Fast forward to midnight and please make it fast I'm lost ... http://www.lucidsoul.org/2007/04/12/52/ "You're not sick." There's no way he has of telling this, of course. All he knows is what chooses to escape, usually in the form of carefully chosen language. Would he be so generous, I wonder, if I spilled everything shamelessly in the way that I want to? No, of ... http://www.lucidsoul.org/2007/04/03/not-sick/ I asked the moon to deliver this message of love to you but moons are jealous things and I watched it slowly turn blue the stars rushed in to help me but stars get jealous too so I wonder if you realize now my love's the sky aglow for you? ** I ... http://www.lucidsoul.org/2007/03/28/secret-messages/ He spoke of room 101 and asked me if I had read the book in which it was mentioned. I answered yes, but then wondered if I really had... Maybe I only thought I had because people talk about it so much, I couldn't remember. I wondered for a moment why I ... http://www.lucidsoul.org/2007/02/27/room-101/ where i is imagined Every moment is a rebirth, Each fragment filled with wonder. How can I help but be distracted? When each diversion is a wealth of ardor And every tangent returns me home. Om Jai Guru Om http://www.lucidsoul.org/2007/02/26/gaia/   I have known you. Your name has changed and your voice is new, but there is no one else it could be. Are you supposed to be a stranger now...is that what I'm expected to see?  I wait in silence for you to say something, for fear that my lips will reveal ... http://www.lucidsoul.org/2007/01/13/closer-than-real/ Does he never sleep; That cursed bird wich speaks your name? No winters storm nor lovers dream has ceased his dreaded game. He lives up there; beyond the trees past where sticks and stones can reach Each day he comes to watch me break beneath the dream his calls awake "my love...my love" thy heart does weep "oh that you were ... http://www.lucidsoul.org/2006/10/20/hateful-thing/   This is a charcoal I did while in the hieghts of "bliss" so-to-speak. I gave it this title at the time, thinking I was so clever, but now I am not entirely sure what I was thinking. Sometime's I catch glimpses of what I thought I meant, but that's not the ... http://www.lucidsoul.org/2006/10/12/persephones-revenge/ Who am I?   This is a question I dare not answer. If I said to you “I am that,” it would be untrue; “that” is over there, created as nothing more than imagery derived from habit and conditioning and then separated from me the moment the words take form and divulge a meaning of their own. They flood my mind, asking to be worn, yet if I accept… I must ... http://www.lucidsoul.org/2006/10/12/me/