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"The Forest" In the forest we meet strange gods our reflections are seen in their eyes in our dreams we remember them we meet them face on we touch them they do not remember us, they consider us, we are common, and very well known to them we are like glass, broken pieces we are not smooth, we are rough and dull, yet, they see straight through us the bardo dreams of us it calls us back in like moths to flame for a short time that seems like aeons, we are remanded in detention, they survey us considering what is open and what is closed we are their strange reflections hesitating genus common in their uncommons hearts beating like wings (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) “This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.” (DH Lawrence)

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James Moore

Date: 9/5/2023 4:33:00 PM

Yes! "they do not remember us, they consider us, we are common, and very well known to them" Reminds me of the DMT gnomes... Beautifully precise and enigmatic at the same time! Again - Bravo!

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 8/4/2023 10:37:00 PM

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Date: 8/5/2023 12:31:00 AM

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Date: 8/4/2023 10:58:00 PM

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Date: 8/4/2023 10:23:00 PM

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Date: 8/4/2023 11:08:00 PM

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Robert Lindley

Date: 8/4/2023 5:49:00 PM

Your fine poetry my dear friend is indeed profound. Yes, our spirit is in us and drives us. We just have to learn its language. To find our way in this earthen darkness. A fav, a gem. God bless.

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/5/2023 5:33:00 AM

I have written hundreds of my poems based upon dreams I have had. Verses come to me in my dreams. Sometimes even in my nightmares. As that is where a lot of my dark poems come from. God bless.

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/5/2023 4:46:00 AM

Yes, it is very true that some do instinctively know its language. Verses just come to them as if by magic. That happens to me often. God bless,.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 8/4/2023 9:29:00 PM

perhaps some instinctively know Its language. inspired by a dream I had. We all have dreams...

Triny Xiang

Date: 8/2/2023 7:11:00 AM

A profound meditation on the bardo of the forest. Yes, in us the moral forest, and the forest in immoral me. Perhaps like turning glass into sand, we spend many lifetimes crafting the world's poem. Thank you for your smooth and jagged lines turning your heart to wings.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 8/2/2023 4:41:00 PM

Thank you. I do think D.H. Lawrence sums it up perfectly.

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 8/2/2023 3:45:00 AM

“It's a queer thing is a man's soul. It is the whole of him. Which means it is the unknown him, as well as the known. It seems to me just funny, professors and Benjamins fixing the functions of the soul. Why, the soul of man is a vast forest, and all Benjamin intended was a neat back garden. And we've all got to fit into his kitchen garden scheme of things. Hail Columbia!

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 8/2/2023 3:45:00 AM

The soul of man is a dark forest. The Hercynian Wood that scared the Romans so, and out of which came the white- skinned hordes of the next civilization. Who knows what will come out of the soul of man? The soul of man is a dark vast forest, with wild life in it. Think of Benjamin fencing it off! Oh, but Benjamin fenced a little tract that he called the soul of man, and proceeded to get it into cultivation. Providence, forsooth! And they think that bit of barbed wire is going to keep us in pound for ever? More fools they.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 8/2/2023 3:45:00 AM

Man is a moral animal. All right. I am a moral animal. And I'm going to remain such. I'm not going to be turned into a virtuous little automaton as Benjamin would have me. 'This is good, that is bad. Turn the little handle and let the good tap flow,' saith Benjamin, and all America with him. 'But first of all extirpate those savages who are always turning on the bad tap.' I am a moral animal. But I am not a moral machine. I don't work with a little set of handles or levers. The Temperance- silence-order- resolution-frugality-industry-sincerity - justice- moderation-cleanliness-tranquillity-chastity-humility keyboard is not going to get me going. I'm really not just an automatic piano with a moral Benjamin getting tunes out of me.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 8/2/2023 3:45:00 AM

Here's my creed, against Benjamin's. This is what I believe: 'That I am I.' ' That my soul is a dark forest.' 'That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest.' 'That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back.' ' That I must have the courage to let them come and go.' ' That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women.' There is my creed. He who runs may read. He who prefers to crawl, or to go by gasoline, can call it rot.” (D.H. Lawrence, Studies in Classic American Literature)

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 8/2/2023 3:30:00 AM

"Red Tooth & Claw"/Imogen Heap (Chordata Bytes I by Imogen Heap & Dan O'Neill)

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Date: 8/2/2023 3:30:00 AM

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