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posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 02:52 PM
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If I were a seashell I would rest on an silent empty beach alone with my thoughts next to a sea flower and I would kiss that flower to make it the flower of my thought.

And this flower I will keep it for me untouched without droop so that even after I am gone she will live in another seashell as a legacy of my mind.

This beautiful flower is real and is yours like the words that you wrote here on ATS.


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And after you will be gone these beautiful sea flowers your legacy I mean your words will be taken by another seashell from which beautiful flowers of thoughts will rise to be kissed and kept alive until....

flowers of our thoughts will meet...on a silent empty beach.


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posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 03:42 PM
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I used to meditate on the local beach.
i would listen to harmonic frequencies while i stared out at the water.

I would listen to stuff like this while i would meditate.

it would sometimes remind me of listening into a seashell.




flowers of our thoughts will meet...on a silent empty beach.

this part made me think of having multiple people sit down on the beach discussing philosphies with that kind of music.
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posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 03:56 PM
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this part made me think of having multiple people sit down on the beach discussing philosphies with that kind of music.
And this will happen somewhere in the Future on a silent beach...with no Fear.

But not on 11:11.



posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 07:15 PM
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Originally posted by piequal3because14

If I were a seashell I would rest on an silent empty beach alone with my thoughts next to a sea flower and I would kiss that flower to make it the flower of my thought.

And this flower I will keep it for me untouched without droop so that even after I am gone she will live in another seashell as a legacy of my mind.

This beautiful flower is real and is yours like the words that you wrote here on ATS.

And after you will be gone these beautiful sea flowers your legacy I mean your words will be taken by another seashell from which beautiful flowers of thoughts will rise to be kissed and kept alive until....

flowers of our thoughts will meet...on a silent empty beach.

That's nice. Personally I find peace in destroying seashells. As I'm running on the beach I like to purposely step on seashells and hear the sound of it cracking and crunching beneath my feet, and feel the power over the world that comes with being a human.

I laugh as sea flowers die because while they are temporarily beautiful, they can never achieve the permanant beauty that a human can achieve through memories and legacies. I laugh because the tricks that sea flowers play on our minds don't work on me, their beauty is baseless and meaningless when compared to the beauty of human life.

I don't compare my life to things in nature because all living things in nature is temporary, meaningless, and subservient to the human will.
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posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 08:49 PM
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Ha ha...everybody Wang Chung tonigh!

Do you not look at a blade of grass...grasshopper... and know that it is thy home.

Do you not look at the morning dew drop and see the world reflected within it's almighty globe

Do you not smell the salt air and know your lungs are alive

Do you not know the treasures that surround you..dear king.

Do you not see the song of a bird, or hear the whisper of a tree...

Oh...Gee, I just made up a poem...carry on



posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:04 PM
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Originally posted by blazenresearcher
reply to post by Wang Tang
 


Ha ha...everybody Wang Chung tonigh!

Do you not look at a blade of grass...grasshopper... and know that it is thy home.

Do you not look at the morning dew drop and see the world reflected within it's almighty globe

Do you not smell the salt air and know your lungs are alive

Do you not know the treasures that surround you..dear king.

Do you not see the song of a bird, or hear the whisper of a tree...

Oh...Gee, I just made up a poem...carry on

I look at thy blade of grass, home of thou grasshoppers, and step on the blade
destroying the blade of grass, and with that, the grasshoppers home
to my pleasure and delight the grasshopper dies a meaningless death
a fitting end to a meaningless life
I look at the morning dew drop knowing it will disappear by noon
The reflection of the almighty globe gone with it
Temporary just like the grasshoppers life
I do not smell the salt air for I taste salt before I smell it
I know my lungs to be alive simply by living
I know not of any treasures that surround me
For all of my treasures are within me
I cannot see the song of a bird
For that it meant only for my ears to hear
And I know for a fact that trees can't talk
And even if they did we could not possibly understand
For how can we, human beings
relate to creatures of no meaning



posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:08 PM
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posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:09 PM
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posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:13 PM
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"Refrain from 1-line or very-minimal responses."
"Provide meaningful comments."

Thank you for your insightful posts to this insightful thread.



posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:16 PM
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Well Wang Chung...you tickled my funny bone tonight.....Excellent response! What can I say...can we be friends?



posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:17 PM
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Sorry.


Buddha once delivered a silent sermon where he simply dropped a flower.



posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:19 PM
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Originally posted by Wang Tang

Originally posted by blazenresearcher
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Ha ha...everybody Wang Chung tonigh!

Do you not look at a blade of grass...grasshopper... and know that it is thy home.

Do you not look at the morning dew drop and see the world reflected within it's almighty globe

Do you not smell the salt air and know your lungs are alive

Do you not know the treasures that surround you..dear king.

Do you not see the song of a bird, or hear the whisper of a tree...

Oh...Gee, I just made up a poem...carry on

I look at thy blade of grass, home of thou grasshoppers, and step on the blade
destroying the blade of grass, and with that, the grasshoppers home
to my pleasure and delight the grasshopper dies a meaningless death
a fitting end to a meaningless life
I look at the morning dew drop knowing it will disappear by noon
The reflection of the almighty globe gone with it
Temporary just like the grasshoppers life
I do not smell the salt air for I taste salt before I smell it
I know my lungs to be alive simply by living
I know not of any treasures that surround me
For all of my treasures are within me
I cannot see the song of a bird
For that it meant only for my ears to hear
And I know for a fact that trees can't talk
And even if they did we could not possibly understand
For how can we, human beings
relate to creatures of no meaning


It's easy...we can relate to all! Besides...I thought my off the cuff poem...might be good..but your darker one was better! Just saying....
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posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:21 PM
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If being friends would involve sitting on a beach on those beach chairs with flowers and seashells looking into the morning dew's reflection of the almighty globe then I would rather not.



posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:23 PM
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Ha ha...yeah..you say that...but that is exactly what you want to do...but in a beautiful way!



posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:27 PM
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I'm sorry OP, that some allowed WT to derail your thread which I personally thought was beautiful and refreshing. Thank you for those lifting images and thoughts...

Timidgal



posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:30 PM
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It was beautiful...that evil had to come to it's door....I'm a door buster!



posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:32 PM
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I prefer to hold a seashell in my hand, admire the countless natural processes that had to happen for this seashell to be formed, and then smash the seashell on my knees, thus displaying the supremacy of the human race over nature. That is beautiful. The human race is beautiful. Nature is cruel and meaningless, even if a singular seashell can infect you with the illusion of beauty.

Nature is only beautiful when conquered. It is only beautiful after we give it meaning where there previously was none.



posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:41 PM
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bwahahahahghagagagag,,,You So Funny!......How old are you? I think your Mom wants to breast feed you!



posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:46 PM
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Just because I like feeling like I am the master of nature that does not mean there are aspects of nature I don't respect. For example, I love polar bears! They are great animals! I saw a TV show on them once, on how they use tactics similar to our militaries to capture their prey. How great is that?

But as I said, nature is cruel. Polar bears will not make it much longer unless humans intervene. Please help the polar bears! If the polar bears aren't saved, my favorite part of nature will be gone.



posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:48 PM
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Wrong...once again my adolescent initiate...Yes. to the Polar Bears...so you do see and have compassion?
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