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Under the Bodhi Tree
Contributed by
ShaBa
on
Monday, 14th March 2005 @ 09:20:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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Light hits my eyes I can see through the blind Feel the energy I wont be left behind My tongue tastes the air I hear my mind The colours arent clear My wrist are tied I lust for isolation But my skin has died I can smell you through my fingers I know, Im divine.
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ShaBa
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2005-03-14 09:20:50] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Under the Bodhi Tree
(User Rating: 1 ) by electrique_poet on
Monday, 14th March 2005 @ 04:21:12 PM AEST (User
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very vague and open for interpretation, it seems youve said quite a bit here, i enjoyed your words here
... in words electrique |
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Re: Under the Bodhi Tree
(User Rating: 1 ) by hardrocker15198916 on
Tuesday, 5th July 2005 @ 04:55:06 PM AEST (User
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thats beautiful ...i love it !!^_^ |
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Re: Under the Bodhi Tree
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 6th July 2005 @ 03:06:00 AM AEST (User
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I like this.
"I hear my mind"...as though it were tangible...despite its physical cage(the brain)...
This appeals to me.
"But my skin has died"- a rather abstract statement.
"I know, I'm divine."
An intriguing array of enlightenment...produced and realised under the bodhi tree, of course!
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Re: Under the Bodhi Tree
(User Rating: 1 ) by ShaBa on
Wednesday, 6th July 2005 @ 07:58:57 AM AEST (User
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Thanks!
Romanticist you hit the nail right on the head, I love hearing the interpertation of someone other than myself. |
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