Cyprian

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Bump...? ;-)

Inspiration allows words to flow freely. "An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look... see." Zeppelin

No poem can describe you nor sculptor inscribe you. No singer can hum you nor instrument strum you. No place can sum you. I love you.

This is incredible advice, for those who are in need of it...

Thank you.

How would it sound if you were a poem? Wouldn't it start with "You Are Home"? How would it look if you were art? A beautiful Goddess with a heavenly heart? If you were a song, could you be sung? Only angels could sing you in their mother tongue. If you were a place, would you be a beach? An ocean? A planet? Are you within reach? If you were my star, how bright would you shine? Would you twinkle for me? Make the planets align? If you were a grape ripening on a vine, Could I taste your flesh? Could I drink of your wine? If I could kiss you, what would I taste? Would all other flavors be slowly erased? If I could touch you, what would I feel? Something celestial? Something surreal? If I could have you, what would I do? I'd give you myself and always be true.

Hey BB. Words are there to be interpreted, and meaning is given to the reader however they read it. The "ones" have multiple meanings for me. I didn't focus on "reborn" as much as I focused on "Without"...the word that comes up most...check link removed out.

Funny thing is that the words "one" here don't really mean what everyone probably thinks they mean...

I'm on my way. How many times can we be born, I wonder?

Well said my friend. I would add that my hope in creating this thread was that it would aid some people who have yet to have their final conversation. It was also created (maybe in a destructive fashion, as you put it) in the hopes that I would be able to have another "Final Conversation" with my ex. But as the days go on, I think that breaking NC to have another Final Conversation might do more harm than good. Still something that I cannot figure out, and no it is not simply an answer of "You're in NC, stay in it" or "You're just looking for excuses to talk to her." I'm passed those stages now. Thankfully.

Anyone else have any last words?

Without seeking, without looking, it finds me. A warmth that melts me into a living breathing puddle. Heart pounding, stomach tickling, head floating. Without one. One within reach. Two. I feel you close to me. Renaissance. The cycle repeats. Order, life. Without thinking, without planning, it snags. A weight pulls me down - a rock on the ground. Chest heaving, tears rolling, silent screams. Without one. One within reach. Lost. Where are you? Darkness. The cycle repeats. Chaos, death. Without trying, without faking, it holds. A hand encloses mine and balance returns. Without one. One within reach. Reaching...

Thats the same as the movie, The Secret? I saw the movie...had mixed feelings about it.

Thanks. Here is my post about Castaneda (it never really took off Here are his 10 book series. If you do end up reading the books, don't get too into the debate on the authenticity of them. Just enjoy the stories and the meanings behind them...