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Post by simpledip on Oct 9, 2018 5:22:20 GMT -6
To clutch the mountains when the breath is high in the chest is to loose the 'feel' of reality one clings to the cliff edge
signifying clinging to life wondering what life is remembering the Assyrian euphemisms
found in a far away university library - clutching the mountains means "to die" recalling the grasshopper who
sprang nonchalantly over the precipice to start a new life. ~Dip |
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Oct 9, 2018 6:37:24 GMT -6
Post by lostineternity99 on Oct 9, 2018 6:37:24 GMT -6
This is a profound concept, Dip; it seems the grasshopper is more in tune with life and its changes more than most people ... memorable writing.
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Post by simpledip on Oct 9, 2018 21:03:50 GMT -6
This is a profound concept, Dip; it seems the grasshopper is more in tune with life and its changes more than most people ... memorable writing. Rick, Thank you for your kind words. To me, Life is a continuous journey, where I change from one existence to another, may be in different forms. The mystic perceives the arrival of the moment that no eye can see no ear can hear that no mind can conjure the continuity of Life. Bows deeply. ~Dip |
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Oct 11, 2018 0:54:26 GMT -6
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 11, 2018 0:54:26 GMT -6
I find mountains reason enough in and of themselves for poetry.
I have been up on Mount Palomar on a misty day. It's quite mystical indeed.
Beautiful writing.
Dan
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Oct 12, 2018 19:03:42 GMT -6
Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 12, 2018 19:03:42 GMT -6
I agree, Dip. This is very beautiful.
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Oct 14, 2018 2:08:32 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2018 2:08:32 GMT -6
I'm with you on that Dip. Enjoyed
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