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11-30-2010, 08:33 PM
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Ode to Pandora
In the stillness
Quietly perched On the highest peak Gazing upon the vista Green emerald by day Blue saphired by night Only here can I find sanctuary Respite, rejuvination! She is my haven! I do not know If the others still gather Or if she has become but a unobtainable forgotten distance. Yet still here My spirit, My heart, My soul Resides. Breathing in her beauty Fragrance of lushness Her essence lingers Her delectable delicacy Her gentle breeze the touch upon my skin, Her waterfalls and rustlings The music i hear, She is all that I know. On the winds I soar On the wings of Ikran I fly Seeking searching Meaning only In Her skies. I cannot leave I cannot return To a shadowed world Ripped with dispair Lost of hope. Or I would become lost again too!
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It was impossible not to have, It's impossible not to be, It's impossible not to still ...!  What this world really needs is more artists and environmentalists! "Its only 'here' that we lose perspective, out at the Cosmic Consciousness Level things get a lot clearer. For example, there is an actual star pattern that is traced in the shape of a Willow Tree, across the breadth of the Milky Way! And no wonder Indigenous peoples refer to the 'here after' as the Happy Hunting Grounds! Has it ever occured to anyone why the bioluminescence dots, on the Na'vi!" 
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