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Hummmm Ken Wilber, no never heard of him. Is he a resent author or a 70's type peace Dr. I'm just staring to write this kinda stuff down because my husband told me that it was good. I've always writen poetry or novels befor, granted I've never finished a novel but I'm trying.
like a pebble, thrown into a river by a small child. the waves just roll by. not noticing the small stone. not caring or worrying for it. but like a liquid massage,forever rolling by, the pebble sits, in pure ecstasy.
sit beside the breakfast table, think about your troubles,pour yourself a cup of tea, then think about the bubbles, you can take your tear drops, and drop'em in a teacup, take'em down - to the riverside, and throw'em over the side,to be swept up by a current, then taken to the ocean, to be eaten by some fishes, who were eaten by some fishes, and... Read More
by a lake, and under the light, from the sun, reflected by the moon. she stared deeply into my eyes and unknowingly, back at herself, she told me "you look so amazingly beautiful tonight my handsome prince." and without missing a beat of our heart, I simply said, in a sigh of a voice, " you should see me under florescents."