wingless_flight nomme one hour the stars i was standing the pines wavering between song and dance the stars so many brilliant faces elders of my imagination i name them by appearance i call them images i claim them to be stars the next hour pure smoke not a star in the world to be seen not a star up above they have all drowned suffocated i could not save them the night so impressive highlighting my flaws you can see through me so clearly as close as the red crescent moon i am the shadows breaking dawn sounds of my world repeating the same sky little stars born from the ashes of day and night painted upon my eyes patchwork motion singing life into empty dreams 030820 ... pilgrim The effect is similar to Watching the screen in one of those Virtual Reality Rides, You,re Apparently moving through the world, yet you haven't moved at all. It's a Preceptual Exercise, a trick of the mind. But Recently while walking I concentrate on Breathing Slow and Steady, and as I Focus my attention inward I allow my outward Gaze to just Be. In My mind I tell Myself that the World I am seeing is moving toward Me. That in reality I am Still, Quiet, at Rest. It is possible for me to Precieve the World as if I am the centre of the Universe. It is not possible for me to hold this feeling Indefinitly, But through Practice it becomes easier and easier to enter this state of Awareness. I'm Not saying that I am the center of Your Universe, Only that We are all the center of our own , and it is possible to precieve it in a recognizable way. It works for me, a sort of Moving Meditation, a way to still my thoughts and experience BEing from a fresh new place. 030820 ... :( pluck 'em off my back and flick me off the edge 030820 ... magpie I'm Depressed I am depressed, O so depressed. I go to the porch and extend my fingers Over the taut skin of night. The lamps that link are dark, O so dark. No one will introduce me to the sunlight Or escort me To the sparrows' gathering. Commit flight to memory, For the bird is mortal. - Forugh Farrokhzad http://www.forughfarrokhzad.org/ . 040522 ... from now on flapflapflapflapflap the restless childe dreams 041102 ... crOwl i close my eyes and feel where my wings could be. my wingstumps. my shoulder blades. why blades? what has been cut from them then? 041102 ... mourninglight uplifts without telling why 041102 ... monee sometimes in dreams i am flying i am swimming, above cities fields, and forest groves 041227 ... suicidalchinadoll more like falling. 090711 what's it to you? who go blather from