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indigenousman

Last seen: 6 weeks ago

Pick is a guy from Washington Crossing, Pennsylvania, USA

"time for me is not day or night, it's not the beating of a clock more the changing of the season the birds in flight the leaves on a tree the bee's a buzzing while huricane's a blowin clouds in the sky air mass flowing the wind wispering change renewed as the world keeps rolling the sun the moon and stars as time is a continuum never ending we are but a few travelers here on a timeless wave of moving never ending thought that's playing the game" ~indigenousman

  • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=elS41_OaFOo

    Rated Mar 26 2009 1 review youtube.com

    en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Watts [en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Watts]
    From the site~
    Alan Wilson Watts (January 6, 1915 - November 16, 1973) was a British philosopher, writer, speaker, and student of comparative religion. He was best known as an interpreter and popularizer of Asian philosophies for a Western audience.

    He wrote more than 25 books and numerous articles on subjects such as personal identity, the true nature of reality, higher consciousness, meaning of life, concepts and images of God and the non-material pursuit of happiness. In his books he relates his experience to scientific knowledge and to the teachings of Eastern and Western religion and philosophy.

    During this time he was influenced by Far Eastern landscape paintings and embroideries that had been given to his mother by missionaries returning from China. The few Chinese paintings Watts was able to see in England riveted him, and he wrote "I was aesthetically fascinated with a certain clarity, transparency, and spaciousness in Chinese and Japanese art. It seemed to float..." [as presented in his autobiography]. These works of art emphasized the participative relationship of man in nature, a theme that stood fast throughout his life.


  • Mysticism &Morals Pt.2

    Reviewed Mar 15 2009 1 review youtube.com

    "the world is a drama in which the central and supreme self behind all existence gets lost and involved and pretends or plays that he or it or he she they are all the creatures there are and gets totally involve and the more involve the more finite the greater the illusion of life." ~ alan watts
    Mysticism & Morals Pt.2


  • Jethro Tull - Reasons For Waiting

    Reviewed Mar 15 2009 2 reviews youtube.com


    "Reasons For Waiting"

    What a sight for my eyes to see you in sleep.
    Could've startled the sunrise hearing you weep.
    You're not seen, you're not heard
    but I stand by my word.
    Came a thousand miles
    just to catch you while you're smiling.

    What a day for laughter and walking at night.
    Me following after, your hand holding tight.
    And the memory stays clear with the song that you hear.
    If I can but make the words awake the feeling.

    What a reason for waiting and dreaming of dreams.
    So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes,
    that are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by
    while the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving.


  • Acres Wild by Jethro Tull

    Rated Mar 15 2009 4 reviews classic rock, celtic rock, video, jethro tull, art rock youtube.com

    Skye has a strong folk music tradition, although in recent years dance and rock music have been growing in popularity on the island. Gaelic folk rock band Runrig started in Skye and former singer Donnie Munro still works on the island.[73] Jethro Tull singer Ian Anderson owned an estate at Strathaird on Skye at one time.[74] Several Tull songs are written about Skye, including Dun Ringil, Broadford Bazaar, and Acres Wild (which contains the lines "Come with me to the Winged Isle, / Northern father's western child" as a poetic reference to the island itself)
    I'll make love to you
    in all good places
    under black mountains
    in open spaces.
    By deep brown rivers
    that slither darkly
    through far marches
    where the blue hare races.

    Come with me to the Winged Isle ---
    northern father's western child.
    Where the dance of ages is playing still
    through far marches of acres wild.

    I'll make love to you
    in narrow side streets
    with shuttered windows,
    crumbling chimneys.

    Come with me to the weary town ---
    discos silent under tiles
    that slide from roof-tops, scatter softly
    on concrete marches of acres wild.

    By red bricks pointed
    with cement fingers
    Flaking damply from sagging shoulders.

    Come with me to the Winged Isle ---
    northern father's western child.
    Where the dance of ages is playing still
    through far marches of acres wild.


  • alan watts spiritual high

    Reviewed Mar 13 2009 1 review youtube.com

    "As I walk the path becomes me and as I live I become the path, the path is everything" ~indigenousman
    Alan Watts~ 'Spiritual High'


  • Mysticism &Morals Pt. 3

    Reviewed Mar 13 2009 2 reviews youtube.com

    "Consciousness hasn't room for contradiction within your heart as it's only truth that sets us free"
    ~ indigenousman


  • http://gallery.photo.net/photo/7042-lg.jpg

    Rated Mar 13 2009 1 review photography, eclipes, sun, eye of god, gods eye photo.net

    Solar Corona During 1991 Total Eclipse
    By: Stephen Sherrod

  • Jethro Tull: Budapest (7/13/1991)

    Rated Mar 13 2009 1 review youtube.com

    Jethro Tull: Budapest (7/13/1991)
    "Budapest"


    I think she was a middle-distance runner...
    (the translation wasn't clear).
    Could be a budding stately hero.
    International competition in a year.
    She was a good enough reason for a party...
    (well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile)
    while she ran a perfect circle.
    And she wore a perfect smile
    in Budapest... hot night in Budapest.

    We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium...
    dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear.
    She was helping out at the back-stage...
    stopping hearts and chilling beer.
    Yes, and her legs went on for ever.
    Like staring up at infinity
    through a wisp of cotton panty
    along a skin of satin sea.
    Hot night in Budapest.

    You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife.
    Feel it blowing from the sidefills. Feel like you were playing for your life
    (if not the money).
    Hot night in Budapest.

    She bent down to fill the ice box
    and stuffed some more warm white wine in
    like some weird unearthly vision
    wearing only T-shirt, pants and skin.
    You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle.
    But the boys and me were heading west
    so we left her to the late crew
    and a hot night in Budapest.
    It was a hot night in Budapest.

    She didn't speak much English language...
    (she didn't speak much anyway).
    She wouldn't make love, but she could make good sandwich
    and she poured sweet wine before we played.

    Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let's watch her now.

    I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant.
    She would have sent blue shivers down the wall.
    But she didn't grace our table.
    In fact, she wasn't there at all.
    Yes, and her legs went on forever.
    Like staring up at infinity.
    Her heart was spinning to the west-lands
    and she didn't care to be
    that night in Budapest.
    Hot night in Budapest.


  • Ian Anderson - Set-Aside

    Rated Mar 12 2009 1 review britpop, classical music, video, art rock, set aside youtube.com

    Ian Anderson - Set-Aside
    A short track off of The Secret Language Of Birds.


    Lyrics - Hard black crows bobbing where once ran deep furrows.
    Frazzled oak silhouetted in her ivy dress.
    Winter sun catches dog fox through thin hedges:
    throws his long shadow north to the emptiness.

    Farmhouse in tatters; shuttered and battered.
    Even lovers don't go there these last few years.
    Spider-web windows on set-aside heroes
    standing lost in a landscape of tears.

    Farmhouse in tatters; shuttered and battered.
    Even lovers don't go there these last few years.
    Spider-web windows on set-aside heroes
    standing lost in a landscape of tears.