The Knoll Blog

Thursday, July 31, 2003

is a
Gruel-Eating Love Monkey

...with a Battle Rating of 3.5

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Gar.... I had to be here becuse you used the word "knoll"
I HAVE to represent.


Look! I'm here! On the knoll!

*sits quietly and awaits the arrival of others*
We are, the end of a new begining
The start of something's end
People who have gone yet stayed
And hold onto a place now destroyed

We are, the remnants of a society
Divergent paths that never meet
And yet come together in the end
Dead and buried, we still remain

Are we the last generation?
The finale of a great symphony?
Where we go, as friends or alone
The knoll will still remain

Peace out mofos.

So, here we are mofos.

I wonder just how you'll be getting Neko in here, Chase. That boy aint a website joiner type person. But I'm sure you have it all figured out. yeah. This is something I had thought of doing for a while but you beat me to it you's bastages!!!

So, yeah. L8r.


Wednesday, July 30, 2003

The Dance
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer

I have sent you my invitation,
the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.
Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!”
Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
spiraling down into the ache within the ache,
and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward
to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day.

Don’t tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning
yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are,
and see who I am in the stories I live.
And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don’t tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day.
Show me you can risk being completely at peace,
truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment,
and again in the next and the next and the next. . .

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,
the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.
What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your
own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear,
healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk
remembering that we never stop silently loving
those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance,
the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart.
And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars
overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business
without letting business determine who you are.
When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that
soul’s desires have too high a price,
let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world
the stories and the songs
you want our children’s children to remember.
And I will show you how I struggle not to change the world,
but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude,
knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging.
Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words,
holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest
intentions has died away on the wind,
dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale
of the breath that is breathing us all into being,
not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don’t say, “Yes!”
Just take my hand and dance with me.