Friends

yesterday i took off my armor
and stripped off my clothes,
i was naked while i stood in the spotlight.

it was a risk to catch your eye,
at the same time,
but i did it.
you returned my smile with a look of
ancient suffering in your eyes
you recognized my crime because,
while i stood there naked
i saw the pictures of forgotten times
roll in the reflection of your iris.

you left early and took my armor
with you
underneath your arm you carried it.
you barely registered its heaviness.
so when we ran into each other again
downstairs,
right before we both left,
you were able to tell me:
“i can always fake it”
when i told you how your enthusiasm
does miracles for those
who are not able to recognize
the vulnerability you’d been showing
ever since you took off your disguise
so many years ago
and mistakenly,
people still thought that
it was all part of the show.

This week's new members:
amielouisex, writejourney, warmwar, djwr1t3r, milotic17, mmjane, patji, shiftingsky

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Fall is homeless, ranting
desperately
while tonight chides its lips
locking doors
and shifting its eyes
towards anyone listening

Tear me down foe,
like shreds of paper you no longer need;
the burning flame licking skin as it curls into itself-
this fire you can't feed.
I've learned to scar and heal once again,
as the scorching only tastes of ash
and the tearing purely sin.
Knowledge quenches its fist at imperfection,
truth will only let if live.
-MM-11/13/09

it's a song that streams perfectly in your ears, yours.
it's the serenity that blinds your eyes, yours.
it's the tranquility that soothes you, yours.

only yours, not theirs.
and over and over, it's playing.
only you could understand it better.
and no one, could take that away from you.

sometimes i hate songs, they're pretentious.
they are from other people, they're made by other people.
what yours is a song that only you could sing.
because sometimes, they don't really understand.

I squeeze so hard i stopped your heart from beating.

And i clenched my fists so you won't feel a thing.
Locked my mouth so there won't be any more screaming.
But i still pray every night that you're all right.

i hope you're happy now.

Tell me,
am I privy to your secrets?
Or am I another one
of them?

You are the water for the elephants.
I am the wicked, ageless sky.

It’s hard to see what you’re waiting for.
The torn up grass on the side of the road?

Your face is an ugly pattern
and your body is a puzzle.
I don’t have a lot of patience,
so I’ll never solve it.

Alas, the missing piece,
found in your murky depths.
What a great secret.

Can anyone recommend a resource on chanting mantras properly? I'm just starting and I haven't been able to get a good rhythm between the chants and my breathing. I'm left feeling rushed or breathless if I attempt to emulate the low, continuous stream that I've heard monks doing.

A hummingbird sits
statically in its space
above. drooping leaves lumber
slumped solemnly over
in neat rows
lethargically praying
for rain.
The clouds are splattered
quietly shrinking, moderately
withholding secrets, quixotically
drinking the sun.

Breathe.
Keep air circulating.
It helps you to think
But that's just what I don't want to do
So I go.
You welcome me in with a confused smile
And ask me how you can help.
If only you could.
I clarify it is I who has the answers,
Not the questions today.
You nod,
And I tell.
Time begins to blur.
You spoke.
I ran.
People called out,
Asked what was wrong,
Tried to comfort,
But your voice was all I heard.

You find me later.
My face is still red,
My eyes raw.
You caused this
And you know it
So you apologize.
But your mind had already been spoken
And your words fail to pierce my barrier once again.

Your voice was the one I loved to hear.
Isn't it funny that it is the only thing haunting me now?

Are you that someone who's willing to dig deep?
Look pass all the beauty and beneath my light skin?
I buried a treasure, but it's covered with bones.
Covered with stories that I'm scared to tell a soul.
Are you going to comfort me when I can't speak?
When my tears overwhelm me and wake me from my sleep?
When the visions come back, and in my past I start to drown,
Are you going to be there or will you turn around?
My soul is missing a piece, it's incomplete;
But its' adequate mate has a special key.
Cliche I know: the key isn't of high value or made out of gold;
It's your soothing voice, soft touch, your beautiful soul.
Brown skin so rich, makes my heart beat out of control.
No pressure at all, but please let me know
if you're that someone willing to rejuvenate my decaying soul. --T2D

You won't understand
until you stand in my shoes.
You won't learn to love
because you won't let me love you.
You think I'm insane
and you might be correct.
My heart has been filled
with your very existence,
your brown skin,
collective attitude,
beautiful persona
and nonchalant ways.
I apologize
for my heart being frail,
and my mind lacking the courage
to stand up for itself.
My feelings have undeniably obstructed my perception
living in fear due to an innocent confession.
For loving you and expressing my feelings
you've categorized me as insane,
but realistically if I am,
you're the one to blame.

I knew you were there, so I smiled,
you made yourself known, so I smiled,
we met for the first time, so I smiled,
me and you fell in love, so I smiled,
today you drive me insane, yet I smile,
you have become more then i have ever known,
you have become my smile,

Amazing; a·maz·ing [ ə máyzing ]adjective

Definition:
1. causing amazement: so extraordinary or wonderful as to be barely believable or to cause extreme surprise.
2. outstanding: outstandingly good, skillful, or admirable.




you amazing,
My breath you over power, my senses you weaken
As you breed before my eyes, becoming you

you amazing,
Taking everything in the vicinity and making it gorgeous
shifting the world into a canvas styling your desires & dreams


you amazing,
it frightens me to appreciate that one you will be gone
then again, that’s who I want you to be.




mommy;;

What is the relationship between the brain and the mind? Can chemicals in the brain give rise to varying mental states? Are our habits of mind somehow encoded in our dna, or passed down from our parents? Or is the mind something non-physical and therefore independent of physical causes? I know the Buddhist viewpoints on this, but this community isn't really a Buddhist community anymore, is it? It's much more open to varying ideas, but the one thing we all have in common is the quest for truth, so this community can still be useful if we can come together and help each other in our learning. Then it doesn't matter if we call ourself a Buddhist or not, for what's important is the truth and the way to peace.

So I'm interested in any logical or experiential viewpoints on this, and I hope we can try to learn together rather than fight each other. Usually we have the motivation to drive our point across, but isn't it better to have the motivation to learn from each other instead? I am as guilty as anyone else here; I'm an addictive debater, I confess. And please try to limit the links you post, and answer from your own mind. People don't tend to bother reading the massive text from links anyway.

So to end the day intoxicated – and tomorrow’ll be intoxicating once more.