All is dark and still, I speak of that which is nothing.
Nothing is seen, nothing is heard, there is no place, nor time.
Time or any of these words that beings use to describe, cannot be.
Be this then a silent message to none, for none are listening.
Listening is for the Wind who caries voices over the land, without asking a dime.
Dime, it is a curency which society gives power to--Cast it into the sea!
Sea of thoughts, right and wrong do ebb with the pull of perception.
Perception is as diverse as the life we allow to be crushed.
Crushed will be our home, a waist-land of ruins.
Ruins are all that is left to tell the ancient stories, of lies and deception.
Deception is the cloak which society uses to keep us hushed.
Hushed are the insolent ones who work only for monitary welth.
Welth is abondant in Nature, just open your eyes in my direction.
Direction is freely given, mearly ask and don't feel rushed.
Rushed are we by the shortness of time, we forget our health.
Helth is thought to be physical and mental, but what of the health of the Spirit?
Spirit is being traped and confined, I hear its cry for respite!
Respite is sought by many, some within forests, some within their self.
Self is a concept of being-what we are not, but still wishing.
Wishing and hoping does little to right our great crime!
Crime is another word from society-it grows like a corupted tree.
Tree is what I am, who fell alone--to give to thee a shelf.
Shelf of my heart and wisdom of my dieing breath sent upon the Wind.
Thine to be, a gift bequethed, only if thou wilst listen.
Winter spirit elf wrote:Splinters
Fragments of a dream long past;
I did not imagine such a vast
And lonely emptiness would engulf me,
I imagined that dream would last.
Shards of grace and beauty lost
Like footsteps on a winter's frost
Lying silently upon the ground,
Despair, deceit, discomfort all around.
Like ice, like knives, like sharp blades of grass
Memories live, but never pass
Beyond the space my soul has made
Beyond the price my soul has paid.
Splinters sharp within my heart
Remind me of the very part
Of me that once was part of you
Of splintered dreams that were never true.
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