wind dallas blowing, the trees, the leaves, the shutters. ... kristin@newdream.net leaving me cold when I walk to class making me wish I could bring my down comforter with me everywhere. 980819 ... jade beneath your feet stretch the stout planks of the deck. behind and above, swell the sails as you look into the eyes of those on the bank, among whom you were lately standing. even as the sun races the ship for the horizon, now tossing alongside you are they who share your current destiny. 980904 ... sage can blow you away 980912 ... kat the answer my friend is blowing in the wind... 990405 ... Joana My lover... he comes whenever I feel sad... he brushes my hair and kisses my cheeks... we are one. 990715 ... miniver Autumn floated in the air and made his whistling wind way, or easy breezed around ankles and bare knees toward the creaking stair. Autumn sighed; or hummed soft and lowly; slow tuned a slow tune for leaves, and great gray skies, and rain, sometimes, there between the bus stop and the greening-dirty tinseled grass to the death of time at the town's pass. Autumn floated down, maybe, to mingle with the town of sleepy walkers, and dusty dusk -- he listened to the Listeners, and the Talkers, and floated, unaware, and took his place to rule the bony harbour, and keep the peace of great grey skies from throne of wicker chair. 990801 ... amy this a quote from a perceptive friend, "Cry. Cry like the wind told you to, and make the wind never forget it. Tell someone else to cry today." see:abyss. 000108 ... amy see: abyss 000108 ... marjorie the wind was never quite so bad when we were there together to lean into it and lose our footing 000203 ... valis the air getting restless, trying to speak. a sign to be moving on. 000402 ... Ireland he always lifts my hair, finds the spot on the back of my neck, leaves a tingle in my spine and a smile curls my lips after his gentle kiss 000601 ... el chorizon like many things, once broken, can never be fixed 001005 ... Elemental As I walk down the dusty path she playfully swirls around my hands and nuzzles my face. She runs her small hands through my hair gentle as a lovers touch. Her soundless sound echoes through my head. Yet I know that the smallest spark of anger could ignite her into a torrent of rage but in the end it is only her gentle love that I will remember. Wind. 010919 ... Fire&Roses It flies A wingless bird It whispers it song And longs to be heard It ruffles the trees And draws back my hair Alas the beautiful wind Is but moving air 010920 ... monadh it was a small_child sat and wondered at the sound softly walking through the_night o'er the cold and rainswept mountain_fields a song in the trees a_whispering_sigh the wind of a cool september's drifting lullaby 010921 ... ClairE ha, like gas! Wind sweeps people off feet, turns umbrellas inside out. It can be divine. Always running? Always keeps the PEOPLE running, on their toes. 011126 ... aaaaardy Idiot Wind, blowin' through the streets. 011209 ... ClairE Why are you getting all blustery today. Sarah and Crystal woke me up and I'm all sore and naked. I'm sick of waking up with a weird_pain in my side, and I'm sick of waking up when the sun is about to go down, and to top it all off, I know once I go outside you'll push me around, too. Get your own damn kite. I have things to do today. 011221 ... ClairE You're shaking the car. Are you some Mercury messenger, telling Jon to turn back, turn back, don't cross that bridge? It is the middle of the night and I am cold and thinking of him and have him on top of me and am hot for him and shivering and scared. Not just because the wind is shaking my car. 020114 ... zenfishsticks before you claim that the wind is promiscuous, remember that it touches everything but is never touched in return... 020127 ... ? the moon, tides, rotation, orbit the wind kills, and nothing more. 020219 ... phil rolling from head to toe my shadow it insulates me it escapes to space it burns in flames it drags heat it distorts sound it blisters ears it creates desert it carves holes tornado ripping away sight & sound 020219 ... Re?vo "hang it up now or never. hang it up again." longdistnaecedrunk. longdstance drunk. you say your cheeks whisper red when you've had too much to drink. 021120 ... steve ancient rivers of wind, gyrating through the darkness, seek you out, and one day your paths will intersect. 021222 ... god the leaves are blowin', but there's no wind. 030620 ... a thimble in time The Wind By Cat Stevens I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul. Where I’ll end up, well I think only God really knows. I’ve sat upon the setting sun, but never, never, never, never… I never wanted water once never, never, never… I listen to my words, but they fall far below; I let my music take me, where my heart wants to go. I’ve swam upon the devil’s lake, but never, never, never, never… I’ll never make the same mistake never, never, never… 030620 ... a thimble in time Love’s windless voice softly whispers: Love on a blanket of dusk Ride the songbirds Enjoy the tide. 030620 ... Aimee + can be a gentle kiss scented with roses and lilacs + can be hot dry breath almost too thick to inhale + can be a refreshing caress when it's too hot out + can be a cold shoulder and an ugly face + can be a slap in the face when you expected a kiss 030730 ... Nihility so strong... destructive... what we do? 030731 ... conrad I dunno, a thought like that fellow who ripped one across the universe with little trouble was imagination. I don't know the fellow at all though. 031117 ... pete the world wakes up and percieves again this light we claspe so close in our sheltered arms peace and life take flight from here and again we are free in the wind. down it falls, snow oh more again the winter comes. in this dance of life fragile worlds move together and without motion in the wind. and tell me that i'm safe from the torrents tearing at threads of existance. can we see again now that the land is cold, buried deep under the lake. i am done, feeling the drunkness pass away. can our cries to the sky, wake up the sleeping angels? oh the wind, it speaks to me and again i ask for the sun to shine and the winds to blow. again the world weeps in its frozen prisons here, safe from the wind alone atlast wanting to never ever be alone again. fly away, like peace and life.. into the wind, please come back 040404 ... Zsiga the dog barks and chases the wind he's never felt wind before. and he believes it is a spirit. a ghost. on a warm day he will appreciate wind,and how refreshing it is. 040404 ... technathene makes me think that maybe sometimes I think I want I know in the trees, and you beside me 041012 ... How can * Manjusri's_Gatha_Teaching * If meditation is on the element of wind, Motion and stillness are a false duality From which Supreme Bodhi cannot develop. wind serve to achieve perfection? 050419 ... pete i'd like to open my arms, my mind, my heart and fly away on the winds, going where they'd take me and soaring among the clouds, a lightning lord in my own right, and a lost helpless boy afraid of where he may land, scared he may have forgotten how to walk 050701 ... camille found a notation in my notebook...a thought the wind blows hard and so does every mysterious thing... 051230 ... olive i think wind is louder than people give it credit. its louder that whispers and whimpers and what have you. its got more decibels than concerts and a full blown coup. 091206 ... hel wind it up already wound twisted tightly onto the spindle or stretched suspended between the points topple or snap? 150629 what's it to you? who go blather from