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Name: Runs in Light Country: Canada State: Quebec Metro: Montreal
Interests: spirituality, New Age, self-growth, therapy, art, creativity, music, history, literature, world religion, etc..... Expertise: none
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Member Since:
12/16/2004
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Peace to all beings, and remember, the spiritual merit that you develop is shared with all of humanity in your loving and compassionate ACTIONS | | |
| Today i tried to set up to share my roomate's dial-up connection, alas my internal modem does not have the drivers installed, it's been a while.
I studied all day today for my exam on Monday, but I got side-tracked with poetry, on a whim I went to the university library and got a half dozen books out.
However this addiction to TRYING to write poetry, gets me in all sorts of funky moods. I guess i'm just a romantic at heart, who has never really EXPERIENCED love and such, oh my lord, i'm so confused.....hehe.
I still feel strange in my new place, I guess I won't be on her much for the time being. I have been writing so much again, i sometimes ask myself why, nobody reads it, it's just hidden away, what's the point? I don't pretend to be an artist or anything, I guess I just write for myself and find that perhaps it's preventing me from living out my life, as I try so hard each day to write (quantity mostly), but maybe I just have no talent, and even if I did, poetry is the most impractical thing in the world, I feel like such a loser and so alone in thiis world.....I'm really suffering emotionally and psychologically these days, it's hard to put my finger on it, it's just the feeling that my life is not on track and self-worth issues I guess.
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| So I moved my computer to my new room finally, Deductive logic exam on Monday ----- never again.....
The little cat Saturn kept me up last night, so giddy and restless, must just be about 6 months old.
I'm still feeling intimacy neglected, but it's impossibe to be depressed with so much sunlight !?! eh, isn't that so?
I spoke with this girl at the coffee shop which i practically inhabit, this one I had a crush on, anyhow, it turns out she's born 1 day after me, and you know with my astrology stuff, how significant that is to me....yes well, I broke the ice after weeks of noticing her there, lol.
Today Sandy from Volleyball is leaving, she's probably the nicest person in my existence (Voula would be, if she hadn't dumped me, lol). She's going to move to California, ah, for love I guess.....yeah.
Not much to tell, I miss internet, but I'm getting more library work done.
i made up my own question for this existentialism final essay, this could be truly evil mark-wise, but hey, I'm a subjective guy! | | |
| Who is There?
So my life could be but a dream,
My pain a sentiment of my ignorance,
My joy the beatitude of my spirit’s glance,
Each love enables me to explore these depths,
As an infant who can but cry to her mother,
As a bird that must sing and fly over the earth,
As the wind which blows hot or cold,
The language I speak is a call from the universe,
And with no melody but that of my heart’s own make!
Who is there to cradle me when I am alone,
Who watches over me when I have no relationship,
So my life could be but a dream, unbearable,
If your eyes and voice did not soothe me somehow,
If your joy and pain did not remind me of who I am!
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Paradise With You
In paradise we slept, in paradise we lay,
Together in a harmony enchained,
From April to July, the buds around us grew,
The birds knew our love was, invincible,
Our bodies played by the sea, in the moonlight,
The sands through our toes felt warm,
Beloved in a rapture of freedom in unity-identity,
Beauteous as love’s simple signs, nature’s blowing trust,
Joy drunk in the salty bubbles, flesh to heart,
On an island of pleasure we dreamt, together as one soul
In two bodies, jewels in the sun, with smiling full lips,
The breath of the air, teasing our half naked skin,
In paradise we live, in paradise we adore!
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