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rambling of a disjointed mind
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rambling of a disjointed mind Willow weep for me This phrase was on my lips this morning. I often wake trailing a line from a song. My room was too warm, covers kicked off. The willows are showing the first shimmer of green, the first trees to promise winter is over. the sky is still light at 7PM, flying down the hill on bicycles in t shirts. Less than 10 days ago the streets were covered with a piles of snow. Dark would have fallen by now. I live where I live for this. To see the world come alive, grow, wither every year. To remind me of what’s possible, that nothing is forever. that the hardest things we have to do, endure, witness are finite. I think of my . His life is played out in minutes. the minutes become hours, become days, become weeks. the most awful thing to bear, if you bear it for five minutes, you can bear it for five more minutes. And then another five. That’s just the truth of it. Time is altered only by your use of it . When I was learning to meditate, the hour given to its practice seemed endlessly long, almost a torture. Now I can sit for hours in meditation without feeling the passage of time, refreshed instead of creaky. A weekend retreat passes in the blink of an eye. Like being lost in a book, if you can remember how that felt as a …it’s never felt quite the same since. You know the world Louis Armstrong sang into being… lord he had the saddest eyes, praying for a world that didn’t exist to exist….how many years ago? I ask myself, did I do anything, anything at all other than bide my time?  Weeping willow tree Weep in sympathy Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me When the shadows fall, hear me willow and weep for me You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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this reads like I wrote it drunk. sadly I didn't. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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I do not think your mind is a disjointed one. In fact, the opposite. I do not know you, but only from what I can guess, from what I only recently started reading. We all have our weeping hour every now and then. But then we catch the view of a sunrise over the horizon and gain strength for the next weeping hour.
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there is delight, and poetry, and tragedy, in your words.....and hope, as Winter fades, as sorrow drifts, as Spring revives, as the willow weeps for why you in heart weep, as the day grows bright, the hours longer with Sun...there is hope, and tragedy, and laughter......and all is Life. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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I still enjoy getting lost in a book. It takes me away to other places. . They're not always better places, but always more interesting. I'm sorry to hear of your sadness. . Hopefully it'll pass.
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I've never tried meditation... now that you've likened it to being lost in a book tho, it has a new appeal. Hugs to you wicked e, I get where you're coming from.
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This is one of the things you are never taught as a child. And in this day and age, everyone wants instant gratification. There doesn't seem to be a "place" to just be and let things flow along until they are "done", no place to just "feel". I think this is a beautiful expression you have created and I feel it intensely. Thank You (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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I think a disjointed mind is the best one, otherwise we may just as well be programmed robots! 
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Willow weep for me is so gorgeous. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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this reads like I wrote it drunk. sadly I didn't. There are worse ways to live than by biding your time, I reckon, but if you manage to banish the time like you do in meditation, you lose the shackle of time. My hikes with Gracie have been a walking meditation. This is a lovely post, wicked. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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