Song of Life

I am the waking caress of feathered song,
Heralding new life returned in the fresh of today,
I am granite torn from the crucifix of earth’s womb,
Rent from the silence of a million years,
I am the healing energies of ancient oaks,
Grown for me, and earthed for you.
I am the magpie’s last goodbye ... invisible tears saluting
Flesh and blood consumed by asphalt’s speeding war,
I am the akashic record of the minutiae of life and death,
Holy weave within the turn of life’s rebirth.

I am dull, I am dazzling, I am young, I am old,
I am every love kissed, and every heart scorned,
I am pain transmuted into love, into joy,
Layered through life into dimensions unseen,
I am heaven, I am hell, carried in you, carried in me,
The arc of my wings encompassing more than this turn.
I am a message beyond bible, church or creed,
Beyond now, will be, was, and ever is,
Beyond group soul’s observations inside out,
Hand forged in eternity’s revolving circle of joy.

I am the pendulum of life,
Uncentred, yet centred in the still of deep gold,
Eternity’s clock, running in, running out,
Virgin and open in the third of each heart,
Beyond the song of that chamber or its verse.

I am earth, wind, moon, distant fire in the stars,
I am the death of everything that grows,
And the birth of everything that repeatedly dies.

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Not so PacificStar48,

Add my name to the list of 'deluded.' During my life I have been fortunate enough to personally witness far more 'outrageous' claims in the worlds of sport, healing, and elsewhere and have verified these as being true.

If a lady says "Look I'm this age. Here's my birth certificate, here's my doctor's details, he'll confirm that I've had no plastic surgery." If she then goes on tv and the internet with her claims and not a single soul steps forward with refuting evidence, what does that suggest?

It suggests to me that she is telling the truth.

Very good advice. I once lost 90% of my brain and memory. The simple cure is divorce and vitamin B12.

No. Both standing around on a cricket pitch for hours, or waiting outside a ladies' clothes shop for days can cause varicose veins. Golf is far more healthy provided that you wear your cricket helmet.

A healthy diet:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-q-0o7eAi50

She's a very feminine intelligent thinker with morals. Honest too - doesn't claim to love animals but really what she means is "I love them on my dinner plate, yummy yummy!" She is not engulfed in a cloud of smokes and her eyes sparkle. She radiates energy and it makes your heart skip a beat. She's just an illusion within a world of blood stained swords.

Again.....confusion, confusion, confusion over a simple thing: For a man the difference is very simple and very clear: A lover soils your pants, whilst a friend irons them. Those that are both are called a 'wife.' M.C.P.

We are growing in number by the day but struggle to find each other! It would be nice to have a filter added in order to facilitate such.

Yes easily. This is a site entirely for morticians and embalmers. We love our work, and they love us back but often we have to bury our emotions. But do stop hating people. Then can't help having died.

Emotions can't be accurately defined and the prize for best answer has to go to Dodo_David. (Easy winner) (The winner's prize is a date with God. Where is he? Tied up checking spellings possibly). The dilema is that one can feel intense emotion ('crush' as some say) continuously for several years and rush home every night to embrace a partner who provides magic, your electricity sets the wallpaper on fire, but one who unfortunately treats you awfully. Conversely at another point in life one may engage in a mutually caring, loving relationship where love, trust, respect, etc. are mutually earned and well deserved and grow. No abuse, just happiness. I've had both, and would choose the bad relationship any day of the week due to the sparks and passion. 'Crush' 'Romantic Love' or whatever are all tricks the brain plays on us in order to push us out there to get whatever it is we each need. People vary in their needs, and use different definitions which are generally meaningless. Just enjoy whatever it is turns you on and don't kill anyone.

Sheep are best.

Years ago I used to go out with an Iranian man to a London nightclub. He was only around your size. (Small for a man). One night he attracted a very tall lady - maybe over six feet tall. I whispered to him "She's far too tall for you!" He whispered back "All ladies are the same length in bed." He was much better than me at picking up women and found a different woman every week. However his downfall came when he left a young lady's home at 2am, only to meet her mother walking up the path towards him. A lady whom he had enjoyed the week before. So, be careful who you attract in those 8" high heels!

My heart is broken. And gfoxy lost his head too. You heartbreaker you! Being four feet tall you'll drown in Canada's snows.

I am not funny, not after my ear reduction surgery!

You know where my country is? It is many light years from here. Light and love prevail there. I came here to study cultural collapse, and all is going well.

You are coming to the U.K? Sounds good. Please call by. Message me for details if you like mountains, mists, sheep and male choirs. But don't eat my cat. I know that you wok most things in your country!

You are welcome. You've already attracted some folk who deeply care. But we protect ouselves from the ugly world by a variety of masks, facades, and toying. You look too cute and innocent to be out without your mum. If she's single perhaps send me her photo. Or better still a photo. of your grannie. (Carers tend to often also be realists.) Good luck, and take care.

I am alien, and prefer loving animals to humans and no-one has yet complained. Not even God (I forget his handle) although God insists on accurate spelling at all times even though he can't himself spell. Apparently ladies can get 1,000 messages a day from potential suitors (ladies please raise your hands if you have received a hundred let alone a thousand) and so clearly you will need at least three secretaries in order to preserve social decorum. You enquire, by inference, if you have entered a spiritual sanctuary where routine prejudices and obnoxious behaviour are put to one side. I salute your humour (or optimism), as well as your obvious good looks.

Yes, my worst fear confirmed - I'm ancient and out of touch. I still go 'aah' when watching 'The Quiet Man' 1952 film starring John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara. So so cruel for their courting chaperone to cry "No pettifingers if you please!" when an attempt was made by the couple to hold hands. Should I try to update myself? I have done so to some extent - I've acquired a computer (but the wind up handle keeps falling off) and recently addressed a letter to a male without adding 'Esquire' after his name. As for taking one's clothes off - now there's a sure way to catch a chill and be tied up in bed for three weeks. What did I say? Can't believe I said that. I'm modernising myself quicker than I can keep with! Where's my rosary?

P.S. Torgo70 - By gad sir. The point is that until a gentleman is rejected by one lady he approaches in a romantic vein good manners declares that he should not transfer his attentions to another. How long does a gentleman have to wait before risking his good name?

Am I a 'white elephant?'

All of the ladies who contacted me I courteously replied to, yet all of the ladies I very politely wrote to failed to even acknowledge my communication.

Does courtesy not apply or exist on the internet? Perhaps I belong in the C19th?

rebar84, Them their Texas gals sure are honies aint they?! (Together with U.S.A. women generally). So much more zest for life and get up and go than most U.K. gals. So slim and purdy! I've visited Texas and competed in Dallas (stayed in Roanoak) but them there gals were in hidin. I asked an old cowboy where them peaches were and, chewing backy and spinning his barrel as he spoke, he replied "Why theys out roping a steer for breakfast!" So if you catch one of those gals you'll need to shake the dust off em before beginning your a courtin.

I often find that ladies who stand out from the crowd attract me, but alas tatoos do nothing for me. Human skin is an extremely poor 'canvas' for art work and most tatoos appear to me personally as acts of self mutilation rather than works of art. But if a person likes such then by all means go for it. The only thing I despise in such respect are people who get tatoos and then seek free medical help to have them removed.

Rather than a tatood woman I'd in principle prefer a skinny bald woman with good facial bone structure. But alas most of the lady members on the alopecia forums understandably have hang ups. And most women shave the wrong places or fail to complete the job properly. But then few men knit well.

M.C.P.