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I was frustrated with a new friend for feeling like he isn't as compassionate as he could be.

I wrote a track to express why I think it's important to feel compassionate when wearing the mantle of teacher:
https://soundcloud.com/desynched/when-are-we-not-ourselves

It may not be for everyone. I channeled the emotion I felt into this song. The description for the track are the lyrics I'd add if I had a decent microphone.
I enjoyed it. It reminds me quite a lot of some of the music I hear just floating around and I think I could figure out more or less how to jigger in the lyrics. I enjoy ambient music of course.
Like the music.

He has his free will and you have yours how to use this catalyst, right? Smile

Love & Light to you, brother
(02-25-2019, 05:46 AM)RitaJC Wrote: [ -> ]Like the music.

He has his free will and you have yours how to use this catalyst, right? Smile

Love & Light to you, brother

Yes he does, and we are now friends.

I hope he has learned from me as much as I have learned from him so far.

Thank you, Rita Smile

I wrote a short poem tonight:

Foha Wrote:I was proud as a mountain
My peak was so way up high,
That only birds could greet me,
and in your rain they couldn't fly.

On cold nights, snow would freeze me,
and my heart would begin to beat so still.
I noticed I had been frowning,
and hoped you frowned as well.

But soon, the ice cap melted,
and rivers had poured down through.
Grass had started growing;
trees even called me home too.
I started to notice that my rocky sides...
became softer just from meeting you.

The trees weren't always happy;
sometimes, they withered and grew still.

Their leaves would stop blowing,
and fly off to where they will.
I started to wonder if you avoid me,
and realized how I had felt.
It isn't easy having a family live near me,
and watching them grow old and wilt.

When you beat rain over my head,
I didn't know you.
and I felt like..
I could never understand...
By taking you for granted,
I didn't realize you were so grand..

and wishing you were never here..
because of rain that beat down upon me...
I can see now that what was hatred,
is really love for you instead.

I was confused because it was so sudden,
and so much of my life was bound to you.
I guess as they say,
the taller they are,
they harder they fall..
and if my heart was like lava,
and you had soothed my fire
like water to lips; parched desire.

Your rain didn't make me feel dread;
it filled me with love instead.
Perhaps if love is like a mountain,
your water is like the art,
of turning a cold-stone mountain,
into the shape of a heart.

Since I feel I am often misunderstood:
No, this poem isn't about sex. Get your mind out of the gutter. Gutters are for rain!! Wink
(02-28-2019, 02:44 AM)Foha Wrote: [ -> ]
(02-25-2019, 05:46 AM)RitaJC Wrote: [ -> ]Like the music.

He has his free will and you have yours how to use this catalyst, right? Smile

Love & Light to you, brother

Yes he does, and we are now friends.

I hope he has learned from me as much as I have learned from him so far.

Thank you, Rita Smile

I wrote a short poem tonight:


Foha Wrote:I was proud as a mountain
My peak was so way up high,
That only birds could greet me,
and in your rain they couldn't fly.

On cold nights, snow would freeze me,
and my heart would begin to beat so still.
I noticed I had been frowning,
and hoped you frowned as well.

But soon, the ice cap melted,
and rivers had poured down through.
Grass had started growing;
and trees called me home too.
I started to notice that my rocky sides...
became softer just from meeting you.

The trees weren't always happy;
sometimes, they withered and grew still.

Their leaves would stop blowing,
and fly off to where they will.
I started to wonder if you avoid me,
and realized how I had felt.
It isn't easy having a family live near me,
and watching them grow old and wilt.

When you beat rain over my head,
I didn't know you.
and I felt like..
I could never understand...
By taking you for granted,
I didn't realize you were so grand..

and wishing you were never here..
because of rain that beat down upon me...
I can see now that what was hatred,
is really love for you instead.

I was confused because it was so sudden,
and so much of my life was bound to you.
I guess as they say,
the taller they are,
they harder they fall..
and if my heart was like lava,
and you had soothed my fire
like water to lips; parched desire.

Your rain didn't make me feel dread;
it filled me with love instead.
Perhaps if love is like a mountain,
your water is like the art,
of turning a cold-stone mountain,
into the shape of a heart.

Since I feel I am often misunderstood:
No, this poem isn't about sex. Get your mind out of the gutter. Gutters are for rain!! Wink

Beautiful poem!
(02-28-2019, 07:29 AM)RitaJC Wrote: [ -> ]Beautiful poem!

Thank you, Rita.

The strange thing about being me, is I feel like I channel everything I do.
What seems amazing to most people... and what often makes people despise me...
because I seem to rush ahead of them,
and they can never see what I see..

I really don't feel like I can say anything with authority.
I don't feel like anything I do is mine.


Instead I think what the universe has already thought,
and I do what it knows how to do.
People that despise me..
they despise someone not knowing who.

In some ways, I'm amazingly lonely. In others, I'm retarded.

But one thing is for sure... I'm just getting started