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In this dream, that i frequently dream
A tribe of woman Stepping in the pool of creation

Under the radiant moonbeam
my consious mind is absent
I am the imagination

Under the moonlight
the woman's tribe act as one
Dancing
At the pool of creation, witnessed by none
Chanting

Revealing the secret of womanifesting

Are you alone? Womanifest

From the source,
By light and dust
My love is created
In sacrifice and blood

Words Of Harfouchism
What you think
Lay thy dream in the heat of a swans pose
Tickle thy scent to a babies toes
Press thy taste on a breath of white fire
Wilt as wonder in a willows shire

Chase thy hunger to the lions eye
Flesh thy essence to an eagles mind
Spill thy will to a buzz in hive
Bottlenose swim in an ocean dive
Heart to heart romance
Or heart wrenching heart breaks
The only person I can write about
without a second thought
Is YOU!!

THE EVER ILLUMINATING LIGHT
FOR ME TO WRITE!!
ibkreator Jun 27
I take
full responsibility

for how others treat me

This
I can control
That
I can not
ibkreator Jun 14
The art of looking
in
to
at
and
for
no thing

until it finds you
Scott Hunter Jun 11
Who can stay in this life longer than one can stay?

Beauty holds us no more than the mountain’s vista holds water to the riverbed.

As sure as springs and torrents must meander back to open sea, so must we return to our source.
2006
Scott Hunter Jun 3
When once I was a child quite young
I heard a silent song unsung.
Sweet echoes now it brings to me
Yet fruitless fruits they seem to be.
© 2003
ibkreator May 22
Look
at your thinking

before
you enter its meaning
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