Philip aka "Timefire" posted this poem to my blog several years ago. I am archiving my blog and deleting extraneous material from it as I go.

Timefire, last I knew, has not been in the practice of saving his work, and I didn't want this to go into the ether when I deleted it.

Of course, given Tribe's current stability, this may be an exercise in futility and it may end up in the ether anyway, but it won't be my problem.

Sat, August 20, 2005 - 6:58 AM
Some people are so Young, So Old.
Ageless am I, life after life
falling like snow
on Mt, tree's, plains
and the sea..
ever changing am I,
restless moving
burning like fire
sheding form after form.
Loving am I
reaching out
holding, stablizing
seeking patience
teaching gentleness
with myself and others
flowers bloom in my garden.
Fading am I this form too
rising up, spiriling through
years, feeling hope, feeling tears
air running in and out of my longs
swooping out into clouds
whirling away to far places.
Am I only myself, or am I a community
of others..also looking
each in their shell..some blind
some awake, each part of each
hungry human Spiritius Animus,
Spirited Animals..leaving words
behind..Magnificant become
music.
Some people are so Young
no matter their age
Some people are living
no matter their size
Accept who you are
care about life
Create with wisedom
stay out of harms way.
existance has it's beauty
in every form..seek to be king
in your own heart
golden with wisedom
escape as much as possible
from judging yourself
others
radient peace in every chakra...be floating.

TimeFire Sat 19? 20? aug 8.56 a.m.
in response..Ageless am I, life after life
falling like snow
on Mt, tree's, plains
and the sea..
ever changing am I,
restless moving
burning like fire
sheding form after form.
Loving am I
reaching out
holding, stablizing
seeking patience
teaching gentleness
with myself and others
flowers bloom in my garden.
Fading am I this form too
rising up, spiriling through
years, feeling hope, feeling tears
air running in and out of my longs
swooping out into clouds
whirling away to far places.
Am I only myself, or am I a community
of others..also looking
each in their shell..some blind
some awake, each part of each
hungry human Spiritius Animus,
Spirited Animals..leaving words
behind..Magnificant become
music.
Some people are so Young
no matter their age
Some people are living
no matter their size
Accept who you are
care about life
Create with wisedom
stay out of harms way.
existance has it's beauty
in every form..seek to be king
in your own heart
golden with wisedom.
radient peace.

TimeFire Sat 19? 20? aug 8.56 a.m.
in response..