| 5 years ago :: Feb 10, 2008 - 5:31PM #1 | |
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Good Suggestion Bronwyn, and i may go one step further for myself, I use firefox which allows me an add-on called insert signature I can make as many pre- prepared either code snippets or just text that can be inserted at right click, I know everyone cant and wont do this but i'm going to program one with the rules and insert it at the bottom of each post I make.
The Rules: This is a thread where we take the last line, the last few words of the last line, or the last word of the last line, of the previous post and use it to begin our first line in our own post. Starting with my last piece on the Add A Poem thread: In Eternity
time will no longer progress toward an end, progression of time describes a finite and temporal existence. |
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| 5 years ago :: Feb 10, 2008 - 8:44PM #2 | |
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Temporal existence
Temporal existence dictates a certain order for somethings Complete freedom for others To align our lefts Our rights And to see with all three eyes Wide open |
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| 5 years ago :: Feb 11, 2008 - 1:07PM #3 | |
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To see with all three eyes
Wide open would be the optimum the two in my head for obvious reasons and the one in heart because this is the only eye that sees the path of salvation. . . the path of love. |
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| 5 years ago :: Feb 11, 2008 - 1:07PM #4 | |
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To see with all three eyes
Wide open would be the optimum the two in my head for obvious reasons and the one in heart because this is the only eye that sees the path of salvation. . . the path of love. |
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| 5 years ago :: Feb 12, 2008 - 10:38PM #5 | |
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Out of the Void. comes nothing but in might come quite a lot, for the very nature of the word indicates zero contents. Something does not come from nothing. However if there is indeed a void then it must be joined at the hip with a field of all possibility in this universe of opposites. As every possibility becomes more, becomes real it must have somewhere to go other than the space already filled with possibilities, and thus propelled by becoming it floats and dances in filling the void. |
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| 5 years ago :: Feb 15, 2008 - 6:37PM #6 | |
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Filling the void
With material things Will never work Since it's like a black hole. But inviting God Into this empty place To dwell with us Will fulfill all our needs T[SIZE=2]he Rules: This is a thread where we take the last line, the last few words of the last line, or the last word of the last line, of the previous post and use it to begin our first line in our own post. [/SIZE] |
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| 5 years ago :: Feb 15, 2008 - 7:19PM #7 | |
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The Rules:
This is a thread where we take the last line, the last few words of the last line, or the last word of the last line, of the previous post and use it to begin our first line in our own post. Fulfill all our needs,
that's an ongoing project but mostly what we spend our time trying to fulfill is our wants. We seldom take the time to just be and create moments and spaces in our lives where we realize that we have all we need and indeed many blessings beyond our needs, to just stop groping for things external to us for a few brief breathers every day would have you at way more content that the average. |
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| 5 years ago :: Feb 16, 2008 - 3:15PM #8 | |
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[COLOR="Lime"]breathe in a more quiet air,
whichever air you desire and be free[/COLOR] this is what I wished to do and so I left the city where the air was clouded with dust and smoke and diesel and entered the woods where they were thickest walked into the dappled gloom and breathed and where the air was fresh with the scent of woodland flowers I found a new home |
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| 5 years ago :: Feb 17, 2008 - 12:14AM #9 | |
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I found a new home
a blessed sanctuary where the sacred breath of trees and woodland flowers pervades the hallowed spaces of my heart |
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| 5 years ago :: Feb 17, 2008 - 3:46PM #10 | |
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Flowers
pervades the hallowed spaces of my heart and wilt there there where this current season of my life has stomped every bit of joy from my heart. |
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