Sometimes — usually by accident — I tap into one of the great veins of the collective know. It pours straight through me, as if I were not even there, as if the words need only a conduit, any will do, and all I may do is try and keep up with the verbiage. And when I am there, it is as though I am privy to the vernacular of galaxies, of the poetic meter of angels. They say that some of the great masters of prose and verse could do it any time of day, like they had a secret lifeline into the Source. Then there were some who drank of it and it consumed them; and others only hit it once in their whole lifetime, and never recaptured the brief ecstasy that it was. I myself of it may say only, how wonderful a universe that such a phenomenon exists: to taste the sap of the Tree of Life, to taste of life eternal.
Anonymous
2:23am sunday, 23rd january
"Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty."
Strawberry
1:31pm sunday, 23rd january
You are blessed. But you already know that if you stay too long, tasting the eternal, it will start to burn you.
You are human. And that tree of knowledge with all the tasty apples on it was left behind in a place that is now gaurded by an angel with a flaming sword. Oh my, I'm sorry to be so glum!
Yesterday I was in the grocery store. I said jokingly to my fiance, "Why are all the children staring at me?" Mothers shopping for food pushed their carts with a todler seated in front, and as each cart went by the baby would turn his head and stare at me.
My fiance replied, "They are looking at your purple aura. The children can see it." Naturally I thought this comment was a joke in return.
Later that night, I asked my fellow if he ever sees my aura while making love, or if that was just a gift we were given at the beginning of our courtship. He said sadly, "No, not much anymore. But I did see it very clearly today in the fruit isle."
I did not know he had been speaking so seriously when we were out in public! And now I'm scared. Why should such a thing happen? Is it because I love fruit? Or, am I going to die soon. Does such an usual thing happen because I am closer to my end and those nearer to the beginning can see my fate?
Supernatural forces scare me!
Stand
1:43pm sunday, 23rd january
I take a deep breath, and when I exhale, I let out a few of my troubles, too — for all some of them are is hot air.
Anonymous
4:09pm sunday, 23rd january
Under this tree of sorrow, we wear the devils spell,trapped between the pleasure of heaven and the torments of this world.....Let the flowers sing, for the roses shall cut these veins and bleed the everlasting blood searched by many ,but known by few.....Awake from the frozen half of your mind. Inside the spiders dance, to rythms known only by the queen of fire . She holds the keys to life and death and hides them in a cloak of white...We shall shout from the highest mountain and the wind shall breathe of a scorching fire, finally severing the chains of our troubled minds. ............(My first attempt at poetry)Critique please.
Strawberry
6:06pm sunday, 23rd january
Stand, do I annoy you? Are you irritated with me? Do I talk too much?
Stand
12:46am monday, 24th january
Strawberry: I'm sorry, I just looked at my comment and saw that you might have misinterpreted me. All I was saying is that some problems... we make too much of them, when they are really very little, indeed, just so much hot air.
Anonymous
Strawberry
Strawberry
Stand