Limetree Garden: Where mysteries unfold.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Love Is

Love for me is like a soft mist
of gentle messages left on the
palate of the soul.

It is the luminous imprints left
by a lover's touch.

It is the soft decadent traces of lips
that caress the smooth silkness
of one's every curve.

The familiar grace one feels when
the soul who really loves you leaves
an imprint on your heart.

And it is the gentle way that dreams bind
two souls as one.

Karmasage

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Her eyes had it

Sometimes the eyes see what the hearts cannot
or will not
And other times the heart feels what the eyes are blind to
But in that moment when I looked in her eyes
I could see the clear reflection of me
All I ever dreamt of or hoped for
I saw reflected in the corner of her eyes
And I knew then
As I knew now
That no matter what time or distance
Should come between us
I know I will always remember that moment
When love looked at me from the corner of her eyes
And in that moment all that truly mattered
Was that I felt loved

In an otherwise uneventful moment
Loved entered my life
And I knew it
Because I could feel it staring at me
From the corner of her eyes

imadon @ 20010

Sunday, March 18, 2001

[3/9/2001 11:20:41 PM | Always Me]
I found out today that my mom got her name by accident. To hear her tell the story, her brother went to register her but lost the paper that her name was written on. When he got to the registrar of births office, he wa asked the name of the baby and said it was a name ending with "me" and starting with "es"
The registrar suggested "Desme" and her brother said yes. Well her name should have been Esmie not Desme, but I love my mom's name and always did.'
Is'nt life like that, its the little unkowns and suprises that make life what it is.
- Imadon

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[3/9/2001 10:47:04 PM | Always Me]
"WHAT DO YOU SEE?"
"when you look at me?"
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see a person of mixed ancestry?

Or do you just take into account
the color of my skin?
Do you see the person that dwells within?

One or more of my ancestors
may have come from
the same country as yours
But you push me away
my lineage you ignore

You act as though my color is a sin
as if I was a figment
of your imagination

What do you see
when you look at me?
Are you seeing you?
Or are you seeing me?

-Lone Wolf
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[3/9/2001 9:54:34 PM | Don Don]
Slowing down
leaving my eyes closed
sitting quietly in my armchair
feeling like an oil drop on water level spreading faraway
enjoying rainbow colours as diminishing and spreading outside
my soul is shivering
enjoying the unity
and endless freedom.

submitted by Irea
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[3/9/2001 9:42:07 PM | Don Don]
THE BEAUTY REMAINS, THE PAIN PASSES

Although Henri Matisse was nearly 28 years younger than Auguste Renoir, the two great artists were dear friends and frequent companions. When Renoir was confined to his home during the last decade of his life, Matisse visited him daily. Renoir, almost paralyzed by arthritis, continued to paint in spite of his infirmities. One day Matisse watched the elder painter working in his studio, fighting torturous pain, with each brush stroke, he blurted out: "Auguste, why do you continue to paint when you are in such agony?" Renoir answered simply: "The beauty remains; the pain passes." And so, almost to his dying day, Renoir put paint to canvass. One of his most famous paintings, The Bathers, was completed just two years before his passing, fourteen years after he was stricken by this disabling disease.
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[3/9/2001 9:39:39 PM | Don Don]
A 150-year-old quote on women...
If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these together ought to be able to turn it back and get it right side up again.

- Sojourner Truth, Speech at Women's Rights Convention 1851


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