http://slow.writerscafe.org/indigostring The original writings of author indigo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031180 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a prelude http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1522775/ living with lyme disease http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1522752/ jews and gypsieshounds and clownsknow spaceno(t) place like homenow is the seasonso reap what you sowgo turn, turn, turntoward the sunjust runwith demons and foolsand no time to loseyou must choose4 ding donglook out your back doorhell is calling4.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1260002/ What is freedom? Who is truly free? Who in our society, civilization, universe is really free? Is freedom a state of mind? Is freedom a way of living? Is freedom a way of being? Is anyone likely to ever reach this coveted goal or is this an American Ill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243399/ As a child of the 70s, I grew up confidently knowing that while the “other guys” were scamming innocent consumers and causing kids like poor little Johnny undue emotional turmoil and stuttering conniptions whenever they tried to read the sides.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243398/ We search our lifetimes to reach a thing called enlightenment, but when the searching leaves us exhausted and weary, we come to realize that we have never gotten any closer to finding the peace we yearn for. The more we search, the more elusive this inner contentment seems to become. Is enli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243397/ I live in a country of exorbitant waste and disposable materialism. People want everything they see. They want it because advertisements say they should have it, someone else might want it, have it or get it soon. They want it for a second, use it fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243396/ Fear and Loathing on the Farm As I write, the sound of gunfire erupts in the distance: a large rodent (possibly) being exterminated by an irate farmer, who, incidentally, has just discovered that the .22 he's been shooting has a c**k-eyed sight.C.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243395/ The sadness was not as profound as it was prolongedAnd after some time its cause was all but forgottenIt just hung around, motionless and silentwatching as tears gathered and fell as readilyas breath does enter parted lipsBefore long, it became accepted and even so much as expectedEventually, it see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243393/ swept awayin a momentthat growssublimelymore explosiveand enthrallingthan eventhe pink and greenbudding of Spring's first kisson tenderwanton lips http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243391/ resting atop this heapof broken imagesi winkand nodto the great exhausted gloryof selflessnessGOD (to some)quite awareof the multidimensional unfoldingagony wreaking tormentin the consciousness of separationfor ages ago i was cast out from the gardenand condemned to slitheralonethrough shadow spit u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243389/ orthogonally speaking(a perpendicular reality)create a placewhere you long to beand go therefrequentlyin your dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243388/ things are movingcan you feel it in the spacesbetween time?creativechangeflowswithconstant irrationality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243386/ sunshinei adore theewho with steady grace and careful presencewould unmask the bitter pagesthat have settled into chaostangled and twisted among thehidden tombs of past reckoningand current longingso ever remaining distant and disguisedamong the scattered photographsand heaving breaths that ride th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243385/ love is deadbut in the present (tense)it is or may liveagainonlyasloving http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243384/ fearperhapsa hand-over-cupresponse to an emotionthat disrespectfullychallengesyouto stepa bitout of lineand maybejust maybeactuallydosomethingoro my heavenspossiblytrulybe what you love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243383/ snow frostsun thunderrain windsun rainflowerfrost snow maybenoyeseyeguesswind rain sun shower cloudcover… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243380/ when i close my (i)sthe mysteriesunfold around mein one big gate-mouthedSMILEthey are written in a codei have yet to decipherso i follow the flossand pick up tisketsalong the wayonce in a whilei reach for the wrong thingand i get prickedbut the smell wafting toward mepink and hypnotictickles my nose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243372/ we walked with giantsin the time of mythwhere silence and subtletyswept across consciousnessand swelled to proportionsof inundationwe cried and grievedwith mothers, widows and maidenswhen lovers and children were lostand we urged them onwhen they set sailto the slow and steadybeckoning of sirens whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1243368/ The number one Commandment for women of Sicilian heritage is: "Thou shalt know how to make-a the sauce."If you can't make a good sauce, you're nobody, and God help you if you're ever caught passing off jarred sauce for home-made.All good Sicilians know the measure of a woman is her sauce and balls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1242668/ silence...echoing...with the wind(((who)))carriesthe hawk's cry...echoing...over frozen fields http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1242034/ open heartsopen mindsopen spacesto fall and flow into http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1242015/ i am nothingbuta momentformlessand fleetingthroughthe dark corridorsand abandoned alleysof time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1242012/ be stilland listen...the snakes are dancingon the edge of the abysscloser to eternitywith each hypnotic whisperof rippling scaleand pulse of rhythmthey writhe entwinedin darknesslunging ecstaticallystrikeheadlong intosweetest surrenderas destiny beckonsfrom beyond the voidtheir falla graceful glissa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1242007/ Look upon us, we implore you, sing your praises to the moving heavens who have parted to reveal the sweating earth below...Mountain, mineral, stone - moist with life - the bread of creation...A new generation is growing... Preserve, ye, the soul of the world - benedicta viriditas... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1242003/ soooo.....if we gave you the key would you throw it away? would you go back to sleep? would you open the day? would you fall into shadow? would you spring forth to see the world as you love it beginning to be? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1242002/ unitydivided by zeroequals infinity want/expectnothingyou already have it all ding ding dingwe've got a winner hereforsake the crown and all that crappridewrathenvylustgluttonyavaricesloththe meekshall inheritthe earth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1241998/ yes peoplethis is the planet offree choiceand duality, yes(many things here come in twos)newsflashyou are only bound by the thoughtsthat think youwordsbut suppose for a momentthat there was another way a third waya new choiceyou have been namedand seen and so this concludesyour broadcastit's overthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1241927/ chapter 1welcome travelersi am earthelementalsoil sand stone and stuffminerally, a living beingthe dancethe cradle of life through the agesyadayadayadastay a whileflag's green which meansthe water's ok (right now)but walk (or swim) lightly pleasedon't step on the coral reefand because this is a lear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indigostring/1241920/