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Postby RavenTinuviel » Fri Jun 07, 2002 1:20 am

Oh Terry! You are a sweetheart! {{{HUG}}}<BR>Arwen It would be fun to go and sit upon a rock by a cool stream and sit with out feet in the water kicking splashes on each other and talk of motherhood and our men! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>
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Postby Arwen740 » Sun Jun 09, 2002 8:18 am

With the laughing eyes of a coyote<BR>and the gentle voice of the dove<BR>BrokenArrow speaks to me from high mountain paths.<BR>She sends me sweeping visions of the soul's highest peaks.<BR><BR>Thank you for being in my life and sharing your longings and feelings. <BR><BR>We love you, dear one. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Dear Raven, How I'd love to visit your garden. I bet you have veges and herbs growing by now. I remember having fresh veges and herbs to cook, fresh from the soil. mmmmm, so good. Someday we'll meet and we'll look into each other's eyes and instantly know each other. Tenders of the soil, adoring mothers, lovers of dance, children of the earth; we will find such joy in each other's company! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>I will return to walk in this garden soon. Peace to all!
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Postby Terry D » Sun Jun 09, 2002 10:58 am

Walk with joy, with dancing Butterflies,<BR>where life is quest, a past, present, <BR>and future of poetic accessibilities.<BR>An essence, of Godliness, heaven sent,<BR>with which to begin intimate vision,<BR>to take the pure breath of celebraion!<BR><BR>Breathe in the sublime, envision,<BR>awaken the essence of accessibility,<BR>step into chrysalis of initiation,<BR>renew the spirit deep, the body earthly.<BR>The Road goes ever on and on<BR>down from the door where flowers play.<BR><BR>Peer unto the night the Road has gone,<BR>and we to follow, with heart of song,<BR>unto the lyric of sacred ground.<BR>Across the lands of mystery, unknown.<BR>and nearer still we nearly come,<BR>to golden joy and Starlit Town.<BR><BR>Cross river, wade marsh, over dell, through field,<BR>top clovered hill and glorious, gossamer sky.<BR>With Lothlorien's glories, unreal unveiled,<BR>to the hoping, heartend, caring eye.<BR>Discover that moment of coming dawn,<BR>that Road, that continues on and on.<BR><BR>
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Postby Arwen740 » Sun Jun 09, 2002 9:56 pm

too much, life is too much for me right now. I must go for awhile. I will return. you all mean too much to me. <BR>the wind whispers the secret promise of rain but it is only a dry promise. there is only dust. The leaves whisper and hiss with anticipation but there is no rain. There is no rain. <BR><BR>the morning sun will come soon.
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Postby Terry D » Mon Jun 10, 2002 6:45 am

"Arwen's Snowy Crown"<BR><BR>With soft, moist kisses,<BR>the snow gently glistens,<BR>upon this glade, as if, a wedding gown.<BR>The winter's solstice slumbers,<BR>and whitened sky tumbles,<BR>unto a blessing, of new-born, fluffy down.<BR>As wind whistles past me,<BR>the snowfall whispers possibility,<BR>dusting my hair, with this snowy crown.<BR>My eye roams whitened scene,<BR>my heart is wrapped serene,<BR>in wonders, dreams, newly found.<BR>My brow wore this halo,<BR>And, as snow, all sunlit aglow,<BR>I make my way, on a pristine path, to town.<BR>
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Postby Vanaladiel » Mon Jun 10, 2002 8:30 am

The young maiden wanders into the beautiful garden following a butterfly and then seeing the gardens beauty and the hummingbirds darting to and fro. She is taken with the vision of such a place and so silently enters to enjoy its great restful peace.<BR><BR>May I please join you here is this garden of great delight?<BR><BR>The hummingbird darts <BR>From flower to flower<BR>And tree to tree<BR>Happier then the bumble bee.<BR><BR>The butterfly so lazy glides<BR>Upon the summer breeze <BR>Before our eyes<BR>There in true beauty lies<BR><BR>In the beauty of this garden <BR>I stand amazed in awe<BR>At all that's here<BR>For both the eye and ear<BR><BR>I found a place of greatness<BR>So peaceful and so fresh<BR>Where graces abound<BR>And natures lovers are found<BR><BR>Sorry not my best work but it will have to do. I am so taken with this place. I had heard about it and am so glad to find it.<BR><BR>
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Postby tuile » Sat Jul 06, 2002 5:51 pm

Fuzzy padded footsteps<BR>revealing paths took,<BR>intricately laced patterns<BR>veiled in bubbling brook.<BR><BR>tremoring leaves witholding<BR>nature's secret flowers,<BR>we walk in ancient times,<BR>the future unyeilding towers.<BR><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Hope you had a great weekend, Terry.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>((Hugs)) and **super-fineSmoochers**<BR><BR>Hello Vana!!<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>
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Postby tuile » Sat Jul 06, 2002 5:51 pm

eeeerr....woopsee..<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby tuile » Thu Jul 11, 2002 12:05 am

Dancing in cheery firelight,<BR>unravel worries, plain and spottled.<BR>Trapped cares tossed within, cap tight<BR>caught up in clear, unbreakable bottles.<BR><BR>Fear frozen in time,<BR>rendered in stasis forever imobile<BR>anger lost behind,<BR>transformed into emotions more stable.<BR><BR>Artificial fixings?<BR>Or are these acts considered quite "natural"?<BR>Why oh why these troubled musings,<BR>when shall the hero restore that balance of evil?<BR><BR>rebellious worry, leading happy chase,<BR>to its hearty downfall we pursue<BR>running, jumping, leaping race,<BR>finally tackled, righteously given its due.<BR><BR>stretched out on yeilding grass,<BR>our bodies lay deeply and silently.<BR>Watching cloud-battles fought and won,<BR>peace arises in such moments under the sun.<BR><BR><BR><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>((((HUGS))))) and *smoochers* Terry..<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>half awake musings lead to strange ideas...<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR>
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Postby tuile » Thu Jul 11, 2002 12:06 pm

Silence, pure and deep<BR>no voices, no words<BR>no whispers, no movement<BR>Why sometimes a comfort <BR>and others a fright?<BR>
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Postby erinhue » Fri Jul 19, 2002 10:09 pm

Flat, inpenatrable skies press against the sodden earth as if cringing from the sound of distant thunder. The coming storm is reflected in the gray of Erinhue’s eyes while its tempests squalled within his heart. The fair lands all around him, with their bursts of summer color and warm washed hues, were clouded over, shrouded for the gale. Weary from the burdon of sadness that had doubled its weight in the course of passing days, the bard sought some kind of commiseration, for comfort was a thing out of his grasp. The gnarled and broken trunk of a willow caught his eye and drew him, offering the curtain of its slender branches drooped low in their symbolic weeping, offering a place to hide his sorrow and space to heal.<BR><BR>A failure deeper than anyone should bare was all that came of his good intentions. All struggle, all endeavor, all sacrifice had come to naught and evil was allowed to cast its shadow over the tender life placed in his care. Failure that no repentence can correct is the only fruit of a lifetime of devoted effort. The burden was too heavy, the sting to sharp and deep, regret so overwhelming that the feeling could not be contained by flesh and bone.<BR><BR>Rain fell from the sky as the storm cried his unshed tears, the crack of thunder was the breaking of his stout and sturdy heart and thesky split by lightning was like the very rending of his soul. <BR><BR> The wind howled in a voice that was all anguish and grief. The clouds formed taunting images of shining eyes and tiny smiles of long ago that now were lost to darkness and scowling anger. Precious moments missed and even more precious moments shared now carry equal sting, now stab with equal sharpness at an already wounded heart.<BR><BR>There were no words or even thought to match such raw emotion, only one thing could come close to holding so much pain. The bard laid his hand flat on the strings and let the despairing mood of his soul flow through the harp as music, both bittersweet and melancholy.<BR>
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Postby Vanaladiel » Sat Jul 20, 2002 12:04 am

The sky grows dark<BR>So ends the day<BR>With hues of purple<BR>And clouds of grey<BR><BR>The air washed clean<BR>As rain drops fall<BR>And puddles of water<BR>Both large and small<BR><BR>With flashes of light<BR>And booms of thunder<BR>This show of power<BR>Is natures true wonder
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Postby Arwen740 » Sat Jul 20, 2002 7:42 am

The murmur of the stream awakens me in the soft morning mist. There is a rustle of small, timid birds in the branches around me. I turn to stretch my arms in my nest, high above the forest floor as the first rays of golden light illuminate the grasses below, tenderly caressing the buds of flowers to open. A symphony of light and shadow, of earthy, moldy scents and light floral fragrances dance into the air. <BR>I sense a shadow, a deep sorrow held within the gentle embrace of the nearby willow tree. The curtain of leaves whisper a soft prayer of solace and peace. I am moved to climb down out of my nest and to seek out the dear heart that grieves so. <BR>Dear Erinhue, your beautiful words touch me so deeply. Brother, know that you are loved. I will gather you to my shoulder and rock you gently, your tears streaming into my heart. Times are difficult now but with time, your sorrow will lift. Just let yourself be held in my heart and be comforted. <BR><BR>Peace to you, dear brother. You are never alone in the garden.
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Postby tuile » Sat Jul 27, 2002 9:21 am

Erinhue..<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-crying.gif"border=0><BR>That is so beautiful and so heartbreaking...<BR>The sun still shines through the clouds..<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>I think it does, though all thoughts I think of in reply seem trivial and silly...I hope things seem brighter for you soon.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>((WarmestwishesinHugs)) to you.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Arwen and Vana,... beautiful.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>you are all so amazing!!<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>((HummingbirdHugs)) to all those in the garden..<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby Terry D » Wed Jul 31, 2002 10:38 am

RavenTinuviel relaxed upon a rock, by a cool stream, <BR>bare feet splashing in blue water, of playful dream,<BR>with Arwen, dear, she sang of motherhood and other things...<BR>Butterfly in Willow, with loving splashes, a frolic brings,<BR>to look into each other's eyes and instantly reflect the pool,<BR>of clear stream, or musical flowing vision, of water, fresh, cool.<BR>Tenders of the soil, adoring mothers, lovers of dance, tender hearts,<BR>these twin children of the earth, discover joy, they soar with larks!<BR><BR>Vanaladiel, true beauty of this garden, MoonLight Dancer, <BR>with butterfly so lazy glides, in grace and poise stands <BR>upon the Summer Breeze, beautious as crystal dew, before our eyes<BR>revealing heart tender, wise, and true, in her, beauty never lies,<BR>but, speaks truth and honesty, with crystal eyes, moistened lips.<BR>tuile, delightful dancer, slips in upon Fuzzy padded footsteps,<BR>revealing that we are all as one, together, each our paths took,<BR>intricately laced patterns, that led us here, beside bubbling brook,<BR>and each of us are leaves witholding, nature's secret flowers,<BR>together we walk in ancient times, the future unyeilding towers.<BR><BR>Under a blanket of hovering clouds, grey as erinhue’s eyes, <BR>whispers of rumbling tempests, echoed under darkening skies,<BR>surge of thunder, wind and rain, squall within our dear Bard's heart,<BR>within, without, this Tempest grew, these fair lands ripped apart,<BR>erinhue, our erinhue, dear Bard, with butterfly lift up your wings,<BR>remove the heavy masque of gloom, find comfort, friendship brings,<BR>unto bubbling stream take rest, bathe your feet with RavenTinuviel,<BR>with vegetables, wine, feast, on blanket, with sweet Arwen beautiful,<BR>under the Moonlight, with Agarak, in song, embrace lovely Vanaladiel,<BR>upon a glade of daffodils, dance with Raven, Arwen, Vana and tuile!
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Postby Vanaladiel » Wed Jul 31, 2002 4:27 pm

Your words they bring me hope<BR>Like a beacon in a lighthouse<BR>Guiding me safely to shore<BR>Bringing me refuge from the storm<BR><BR>Directing my voyage through waters<BR>Which batter my soul relentlessly<BR>To show me the light of passage<BR>To the shelter of a calm cove<BR><BR>Giving peace to the tempest<BR>That rages against me always<BR>And leading me to Serenity's Bay<BR>To travel no more in the way of harm<BR><BR>You are that lighthouse<BR>You are that calm cove<BR>You are the bay of serenity<BR>You are my love<BR><BR><BR>I wrote this some time ago but hope it will give peace to any soul that reads it and finds they are being beaten and ravaged by the storms of life.
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Postby Terry D » Mon Aug 05, 2002 6:00 am

She can rise taller than the snow crested mounts, <BR>or, small as luminescent beads of dew,.. <BR>she is both wide, as ocean expanse, <BR>and narrow as the voice of truth.... <BR>She can fly through your eye's iris, <BR>or loom large as heroic dream. <BR>She can be everywhere. She can be nowhere. <BR>She is all and every thing, <BR>and this is at once.... <BR><BR>She is our dreams and your nightly reverie. <BR>She is our daylight walking friend. <BR>She is luminous with her gentle kindness, <BR>and phosphorescent with her wealth of wisdom... <BR>she is a Lady of the White Council, <BR>the vision of night and clear day!<BR><BR>Oh where are thee, Lady Galadriel, Vanaladiel? <BR>Enter this Garden, as subtle perfume. <BR>Enter, Arwen 740, RavenTinuviel, tuile, and rwhen.<BR>Let us glimpse thy graceful form as the hidden,<BR>mysterious, movement of the air. Yet, <BR>I look and looked and no one was there. <BR><BR>She comes as subtle as faint strains of music... <BR>yet, no musicians are nearby.... <BR>more often as a cyclical span, a joyous life, <BR>a passing through childhood, a becoming, mature, <BR>lovely, ever young... woo this goddess, <BR>and, as I, you perhaps, too... will merely enter <BR>her to die and be reborn, once again as her offspring.<BR><BR>With forms delightful, often as maiden, always as mother, <BR>sometimes as wish sublime. Awaken Moon, rise bright Sun... <BR>fill and flood us o tides of life,.. return again <BR>o natural cycles, return and govern our births, <BR>and lives and deaths. <BR><BR>Lady, appear in your many forms <BR>with your many different faces... <BR>manifest your exquiste form and face... <BR>Oh Lady Gwen, sandra, Tempest, you are within us,.. <BR>as our Mothers, as our Daughters, as or female lovers, <BR>as our friends... Genuvere, Rodia, Broken_Arrow, Witchwench.<BR><BR>Come again, fair Lady, through time, within and without,.. <BR>come when called, called by any name, InnocentEvil, enchantress.<BR>Dream, Desire, Hope, Treasure, Music, Poem, Bride, Princess, <BR>Queen, Wisdom, Love, Lady, oh Lady, and countless more. <BR>Your names are boundless, for you are with us, from beginnings... <BR>you are that which is attained at the end of desire. <BR><BR>Lady, your mystic places and wondrous realms, <BR>are Surprise, Awe, Mystery. You are the misty borders <BR>of Otherworlds, you are the abode of the Land of the Youth <BR>where heroes, dreamers and lady fair feast... <BR>you are the land of the dying, where ancestors sleep, <BR>vacation, and contemplate on their oft forgotten lives. <BR>You are what we all call... magic.<BR><BR>Where lies a leafy island...<BR>Where flying wrens escape...<BR>Where drowsy bunnies in their holes,<BR>Nod and rise with gentle awake.<BR><BR>Far away the waters...<BR>Far beyond the wild<BR>Where wave and moonlight glisten,<BR>And dim, soft sands shed smile...<BR>We weave our youthful melodies,<BR>And hand and glance, embrace....<BR>Till star and sky and moon shape flight,.. <BR>to bathe a solitary heart<BR>in dreams, sublime delight!<BR><BR>Among those misty dreams<BR>Enchanted woods appear,..<BR>And almost, almost ever seems...<BR>they join and waltz forever near.<BR><BR>Lady Galadriel, Harvestar, Hunter, Star-of-Hope, Gli, gwendalar, tuile<BR>oh, Lady meliandorriath, Cynara, Rodia, sandra, Veanne-meneltarma, <BR>Lady Principesa, niniel*, Amarie, Crystal_Arwen, undomiel, Tarina,<BR>Lady Legrace, Witchwench, SilverScribe, Dazzling_Moonlight, Xatia, <BR>Lady anya_skywalker, lisapizzapie, Eriawen, drieske, Galadriel,<BR>Lady moonfaerie-galena, EntwifeLost, Hashberry, Nienna, Luthien,<BR>Lady HaplothePatryn, pippins_girl, Lady_of_Rohan, Gamgee Wench,<BR>Lady Magpie Jen, dottie, Canamarth, Elian_Ranel, Arwen.Undomiel, <BR>Lady Turelie_Lurea, undomiel, Silmarie, Amarie,TinuvielUndomiel,<BR>too many to name here, so many, so fair, with beauty and kindness,<BR>they are our place, where we might be, where we may be,<BR>liberated, alive, free, together, <BR>among the realm called TORC<BR><BR>Yet, sundered by electric veneer, the voyage ends as mists glaze,<BR>and we look back through window and dream...<BR>in memory... to envision you... as home so near.<BR><BR><BR><BR>Forgive me ladies if I missed mentioning you, I am old and foddering in a miasma of forgetfullness...
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Postby SilverScribe » Mon Aug 05, 2002 10:56 pm

<BR><i> Scribbles wanders in, her eyes still misty with remembered glory of time spent in Gods wilderness of lake and mountain . . . </i><BR><BR>******<BR>What hand has carved this crystal place,<BR>what eye beheld this, before time and space<BR>were but a thought in the mind of the Divine,<BR>who created all that I claim is mine.<BR><BR>What hand could raise this height so far,<BR>and fill this depth with a carpet of stars<BR>that sparkle more fair than any diamond of earth,<BR>some dying, some living, some just giving birth.<BR><BR>What hand has laid this, against the blue sky's field,<BR>such glittering ice, so white, that it yields<BR>crystalline waters, that leap and carve<BR>and smooth the rock, no matter how hard.<BR><BR>What hands did shape this scene for me,<BR>ageless beauty, century upon century<BR>it has endured, without help from prideful man,<BR>this picture of perfection, of tree and land.<BR><BR>What hand did clothe these slopes in green,<BR>create the verdant dales that few have seen<BR>untouched, unsullied, pure and true,<BR>unchanged in spirit, in colour or hue.<BR><BR>What hands indeed, fashioned all I recall?<BR>What hands could have created so much for us all?<BR>The very hands that surrendered to the nail and the mace,<BR>Are the same loving hands, that flung all the stars into space.<BR><BR><BR>******
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Postby Genuvere » Wed Aug 07, 2002 10:25 pm

Oh TerryD, you bring to my eyes wetness, tears of both joy and sadness. You remembered me though I had not rested in the Garden in so long. It was the days when You, me, Lady Galadriel and Snowdog were the only ones who come. Oh Terry dear, I have missed the Garden so! To have the days long, to let my feet splash in the pools of love, and to dance barefoot in the dew of the morning grass with you. It meant so much to me then, and to be remembered by you means alot to me now. <BR><BR>{{HUGS}} Terry D!<BR>
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Postby tuile » Sat Aug 31, 2002 12:18 am

Gen..<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>Scribby..<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>Terry D..<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>You all are so wonderful to see..<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> <BR>The sun was warm on my shoulders as I turned away, to seek the coolness of trees and water. The serenity you all give is like the relaxing of the branches after an afternoon rain. My limbs can let go, worries falls like leaves to the floor. I slip my hand in yours.<BR>((MayabutterflytickleyournosetodayHUGS))<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby tuile » Wed Sep 04, 2002 9:03 am

I opened a book (The Enlightened Heart, great stuff.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>) and it just fell open on this page. The first thing I thought of was how perfectly this would fit in the Butterfly Garden.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> Pleaes forgive the indiscretion, it is not, like all of your wonderful writings, anything original of course, and I don't offer it under any pretext of any one religion or idea. It just seemed to convey beauty and that's what this thread means to me.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> <BR>So, here is an offering to the other glorious butterflies out there..<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>The Odes of Solomon (1st or 2nd century)<BR><BR>My heart was split, and a flower <BR> appeared; and grace sprang up;<BR> and it bore fruit for my God.<BR>You split me, tore my heart<BR> open, filled me with love.<BR>You poured your spirit into me;<BR> I knew you as I knew myself.<BR>Speaking waters touched me<BR> from your fountain, the source of life.<BR>I swallowed them and was drunk<BR> with the water that never dies.<BR>And my drunkeness was insight,<BR> intimacy with your spirit.<BR>And you have made all things new;<BR> you have showed me all things shining.<BR>You have granted me perfect ease;<BR> I have become like Paradise,<BR>a garden whose fruit is joy;<BR> and you are the sun upon me.<BR>My eyes are radiant with your spirit;<BR> my nostrils fill with your frangrance.<BR>My ears delight in your music,<BR> and my face is covered in your dew.<BR>Blessed are the men and women,<BR> who are planted on your earth, in your garden,<BR>who grow as your trees and flowers grow,<BR> who transform their darkness to light.<BR>Their roots plunge into darkness;<BR> their faces turn toward the light.<BR>All those who love you are beautiful;<BR> they overflow with your presence<BR> so that they can do nothing but good.<BR>There is infinite space in your garden;<BR> all men, all women are welcome here;<BR> all they need do is enter.<BR>
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Postby Snowdog » Mon Sep 23, 2002 10:26 pm

Today... the day Autumn begins... I arose to go on my day. It was like any other day, a monday, had 8 hours of work to do and then home. But something called to me and I decided I was going to the high country. So I called work and gave an excuse and I set out for Mt Alta. Yes, it was a 6 mile hike from trailhead to the top, and I have done it in a day before, and so I would again.<BR><BR>The morning was cold.. 25° when I left the house at 6 AM, and it seemed colder when I arrived at the trail. The sun wasn't even hitting the high peaks yet as I set out, and only my movement kept me warm. <BR><BR>It had been a number of years.. it was 87, when I last walked this way to Rachael's lake, and it went fairly quick as I kept my feet moving. Coming to a place in the trail I remembered where a snowslide from the mighty Hi Box Peak took down some great trees , they now lay rotting and small, and I looked at the mountain just now being lit in the morning sun. The vining maple and hucklberries were crying out of the chill of the seasons change, splaying their vivid reds oranges, and rusty brown. But their bretheren still hoped to grow some more in the coming heat of a summer day. <BR><BR>I walked on and soon came to the falls... yes, the mighty falls that spewed over the smoothed rtocks of the mountain and crossed the trail. But now this late in the summer there were little water, and it made the sound of a lonely faucet left on. But it was still 'the falls' and from here on, it was only uphill.<BR><BR>The steps came one by one, slow and ever heavier, and yet there was another switchback. Along with the steep grade, the smooth trail had been replaced by a jumble of rocks and roots with muddy trickles running by them. Ever my steps dragged, and the memories of this trail of pain came roaring back as I stopped at the curved tree to rest. There beflre me, now more on an equal level was the mountain, still with patches of snow hiding in its shade. Surely if I was this high up I was near the lake! It gave me renewed strength and I turned and went on as the sun now warmed me. But it wasn't far when my steps again weighed me down, but I could see the light through the trees and I pushed on, and suddenly there before me was Rachael Lake.<BR><BR>I found me a place to sit and rest, though the sun hadn't quite reached the east shore of the lake and still a chill there was, but sitting and resting felt good! I listened to the sounds of the land, and there were faint whisps of wind through the trees, and a ploop of a trout taking a morning snack. A fly buzzed past while a lower droning buzz of a yellowjacket explored the edge of the water. oments later, the wind was quiet and the lake a mirror, and a chipmunk come to see if I was handing out goodies. He would have to wait for me to leave to clean up, for I had nothing he would like. <BR><BR>The sun rose higher and warmed me, and I tried to go on to top the mpuntain, for it was only a mile and a half. But my leg screamed in pain with every step up, and as it cramped, I decided the lake was as far as I would make it this day, and I returned to my place by the shore. Laying back I dozed, hearing the bees and birds, the fish and my friend the chipmunk. The sound of a mosquito I did hear and my eye opened to see him, I grabbed him out of the air for he was slow from the chill air, and I got away with no bites after grabbing four of them. But the peace that was there filled me, and I thought of my friends and family, and wished they all could be there with me, one at a time. But the beauty was they were there with me, as I thought of each of them, and as the sun reached the noon hour, I knew I had to return.
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Postby Hunter » Wed Sep 25, 2002 1:12 am

<BR>...it felt as if I traveled along the trail with you. Thank you.<BR><BR><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Arwen740 » Wed Sep 25, 2002 6:12 am

Ah, I remember mountains like these, long ago.<BR><BR>Thank you, Snowdog.<BR><BR> There is such a delicate transition into Fall, here in the desert. Let us go out into the early mourn before sunrise, to watch the Daughter of the Moon dance upon the sand. Perhaps she will grant our wishes on this desert dawn. <BR><BR>Skulls lie bleached white like shells upon the soft shoulder of a dune. Their vacant stares reflect the stillness of an ocean-less shore. Dunes wander in search of a sea as grains rise like sighs from barren breasts of sand. Tiny footprints, perfect in design and alignment criss-cross the sand, stitching together the fabric of shadow and light. A nocturnal mystery, miniature hound of the underworld, the grasshopper mouse dances around his intended victim. <BR>Tail thrumming, deft claws darting, the mouse subdues the scorpion. The slamming stinger falls in vain upon the impenetrable fur of this mighty champion in miniature. At last with blood-stained teeth, the valiant mouse lifts his whiskers to the sky and with one foot upon his inert victim utters a piercing howl to the moon. If one is lucky one may hear his triumphant whistle in the darkness. <BR><BR>And now I will join my caravan and return to daylight and to work. Hugs to you all. Thank you for being here. Love, Arwen
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Postby tuile » Wed Sep 25, 2002 10:37 am

Snowdog<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR>That was wonderful...now I got to go hiking<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> <BR>Thank you<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby Lady Galadriel » Thu Sep 26, 2002 3:21 am

My dear Snowdog, I envy you. For a "dry" autumn, for being close to the mountains, but most of all for acting upon the impulse. Many times I've thought: why don't I get myself on a train, or at least in the park or.... And in the end I go home, pick up the dog and walk with him arround the house, for a quarter of an hour and that is all.
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Postby Terry D » Mon Oct 07, 2002 6:48 am

Excellent, Snowy! To the Trail!!!!!<BR><BR><BR>Ghosts, as snow, piled high as a roof, <BR>behind your sleeping chambers, murmuring,<BR>memories of the time before, echoes of ghosts,<BR>spectral, scarce, incoherent, timeless ghosts, <BR>when you knew no one and belonged nowhere,<BR>insubstantial, spectre eyes, white and feeble, <BR>ash-coloured skin, pale and languid, <BR>wings were nothing, lots of fright,<BR>or, peace, in ghosts of splendorous strength, <BR>gloriously golden, foglike, fearless, free, <BR>form hinged on resplendent gilded wings, <BR>commanding the air about, irrefutably, <BR>eyes straight, sagacious, serene,<BR>golden ghosts, ghosts of ash, <BR>tiny and desolate, towering and deep,<BR>haunted hands sliding underneath your frail, <BR>quivering breath, with such a gentleness, <BR>never expected, never released, never forgotten,<BR>timorous whispers, "I will awaken you, I will..." <BR>taking your heart, as if by the hand and guiding it, <BR>running with it, frolicking, mystified, devoutly beholden,<BR>ghosts grown only on the milk of will, nourished by naught, <BR>but fervor and desirous drenching storm, deceptions,<BR>ghosts, as old picnic tables rotting, overgrown <BR>with moss and weeds, covered ghosts, barely seen still,<BR>even if you wanted to, even if you wanted to enjoy <BR>a midnight meal, unpacking a picnic lunch,<BR>they'd brought along, ghostly snacks, hungry ghosts,<BR>ghosts, spotted, dappled in shades of grey and blue,<BR>ghosts, setting a table of colored stones,<BR>alongside a river of dreams, a mirror of streams,<BR>ghostly faces, glancing, giggling, reflecting, unreal,<BR>spectral surface, rippling, as an almost still pond,<BR>we are the ghosts, the ghosts are life everywhere, nowhere,<BR>and we're the ones who control them, laying hands <BR>over breast and chest, as if to caress the heart underneath, <BR>ghostly voices, haunted breeze, sighing, the ghosts are in here,<BR>piling on your window sill, awaiting you to open still,<BR>and fill your bedchambers with snowy breath and chill...
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Postby Snowdog » Wed Oct 16, 2002 8:13 pm

The morning frost embraces the lands in a silvery sheen as the sun burns the clouds red and orange.<BR>The fingers of mist arose from the river and the lake, its heat lifting its breath to the sky.<BR>The red maples mixed with the yellow cottonwoods, each knowing its season is all but done.<BR>But the greens of the branches hidden from the icy breath of winter by their bretheren still wish to grow in the days warmth.<BR>For the day brings the summer still, as the night brings the winter. But winter knows it has the time on its side, and quietly bides its time, letting the summer have its last gasp of glory in the ever shortening afternoons.<BR>For all too soon the snows wil fall, and the roff will mix with ground to make the caves we live in.<BR>And the sub-freezing air will embrace us for its time, and to spring's renewal I will long.<BR><BR>Lady Galadriel! It warms me to see you here again! As a ray of the afternoon sun your beauty lights the garden! Even the quarter hour is worth a moments peace.<BR><BR>TerryD... your words are captivating as always! Thanks!<BR><BR>Arwen740! You touch me so with your word-painted pictures! HUG
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Postby goldberry740 » Wed Oct 16, 2002 11:48 pm

Sleep tight everyone. My thoughts are with you. Perhaps I will return tomorrow. <BR><BR>It is pleasant here, high up in the arms of the trees. My oval nest of woven wood and vines holds me securely in the forest ceiling. Soft, heavy hawk moths distort my hearing with their thrumming. Your voices fade out of focus in their wake as I slowly drift in my boat. I need much sleep and rest now. It is time for the moon's opal voice to shimmer on our hair, filling us with dreams.<BR>Sweet, gentle dreams.
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Postby erinhue » Thu Jan 16, 2003 12:18 am

Of all the many forums, threads and places here on TORC there is not to compare with the board’s most beautiful spot, the Butterfly Gardens. A place separated out of space and time where the many cares of life cannot be found, a place of contemplation and renewal, a place of peace and restoration.<BR><BR>The bard comes here to contemplate the long road yet ahead. It is a path that he has walked before and is aware of its many snares and pitfalls just as he is of its incomparable rewards. The signposts and markers will all be familiar an yet the path will take new and possibly alarming turns that were not there when last he walked that way.<BR><BR>His last journey on this road had been begun in springtime with all the long bright summer still ahead. When he takes to the road this time around, it will be in autumn with winter’s cold uncertainty looming large ahead.<BR><BR>The wonder of discovery and revels in the joy of life begun anew need must soon give way to clouded visions of the future and the sober declarations of reality caution about all that is needed to safeguard and realize an unexpected dream.<BR><BR><BR>A new voice, bright and full of youthful promise has been entrusted to his care. This new voice that chirps so dearly to his heart, this new voice must be trained and taught to sing, shown how to reign in the wild freedom of his infant spirit and instructed in the disciplines that will train his natural talents to first take in and then surpass the wisdoms of convention.<BR><BR>Many years and far more care the bard now carries with him and for a moment he recalls the plans he had to rest at journey’s end, to seek out sweet repose and contemplation and, perhaps, to conjure one last song whose tune and word and meter suited no one but himself nor would it have to. Yet now, instead of rest, he must take to the road again knowing full well that the way will be less smooth and more uphill and fraught with new and tougher challenge and knowing also that he himself was not full told the man he once had been.<BR><BR>The thought of gentle hearts and kindly personalities came to him on the winds of memory. Other voices, all raised up, to beckon come rejoin them as their spirits took to the road, many for a first journey on the changing road of life.<BR><BR>Seated in the peace of this blessed garden, Erinhue began to see a glimmer in the darkness, a dawning light of promise set to pierce the gathered gloom. The fleeing mists were slowly swept away and with them the haunting shades of phantom failure. A fresh breeze blasts through the dank miasma of despair and on its cleansing breath the song of hope came to his ears. With the spell of darkness broken it was easier to hear the voice of friendship calling and see the soothing arms of love outstretched to reap him in.<BR><BR>Strength lies in these things and comfort also and the weary bard gratefully drank in the welcome healing they would provide. When all they offered had been utterly accepted, the bard lay down beneath the deepening velvet of the sky to sleep beneath its starry mantel to seek refreshment in repose and await the coming of a new and better day.<BR>
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