tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75463766984538155882012-02-15T23:09:59.695-08:00James Saint Cloud.noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546376698453815588.post-36649340182094086212010-09-07T21:34:00.000-07:002010-11-27T22:11:58.463-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">To know what you are,</span> stop the thoughts.<br />You are what’s left with that weather gone.<br />You, the true you, are the sky.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/TIcU9H_dD2I/AAAAAAAAA2s/FFlmbuN6N5E/s1600/Small_swan_flute_by_savagedryad.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/TIcU9H_dD2I/AAAAAAAAA2s/FFlmbuN6N5E/s200/Small_swan_flute_by_savagedryad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514399309088231266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />The sky goes through the body's senses<br />like a bamboo flute, every moment the All that truly is.<br />A stream of wind that takes what form the flute shall give.<br />Each note sky-new.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">The memory of the notes is what you call a song.<br />This is what you think you are. But you are not.<br />You are the sky.<br /><br />Not the song. Not the weather time weaves.<br />Not the re-presenting of the moment<br />in which the breath is lost as the song is sought.<br /><br />No.<br /><br />Shall I tell you what it is possible to be?<br /><br />It is possible to know the moment<br />as it pours through on silken wings.<br />The sky, condensed for you to hold.<br /><br />Not the unreal you of the Thinker’s craft,<br />so syllable-ridden, so silence bereft.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">The colors may not be your own.<br />But on its wings you are the sky.<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">A palette on wings where this moment flies.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/TIcaDMRXl3I/AAAAAAAAA28/Rjxbf7jASaQ/s1600/Butterfly_by_Batbreath.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4NVpIRYaII/TIcaDMRXl3I/AAAAAAAAA28/Rjxbf7jASaQ/s400/Butterfly_by_Batbreath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514404910874466162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />////</span><br /><br />James Saint Cloud<br />jsaintcloud@yahoo.com<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7546376698453815588-3664934018209408621?l=onitswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>James Saint Cloud.noreply@blogger.com0