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3月30日 hollow reverieshollow reveries i looked at the wreckage what could have caused such destruction? what wind had torn through ? was it too much water and might we salvage some thing of what was not suctioned back into the sea out of memory memory was becoming all there was to living the life i called mine. even as i strained my breath to find another motion to make, another dream i might wake now there was a growing silence and a hollow reverie as it began to slip from me this Ideal of Living and Love it had been my little sail in thoughts above the cruel and careless tokens being passed for caring and truth a sweet madness that brought me broken into a light that grew dark as I passed breath seeped from my body, but i could not fault its valiant company through the years; it stood despite blows and thieves meant to break the spell of mind, the mystified story of a lonely climb now there were no more chances no more hoped for love or dances from mysterious glances from here to there is not so very far after all certain i am that love is unquenchable in every way i have imparted the mirror of my fall may there be found some solace in a way now infinitely unclear spending all my ending time in the presence of those whose life gave meaning to mine confident that we are ever near even in the unknown of descending darkness i can rest knowing i have loved and been loved that i wrested some happiness from commotion; despite curtains of separation... that fell at the touching of sweet emotion chances are not limitless healing comes through Grace and that is real despite what you feel with a body longing for escape i want to peel the wreckage from over me, be light and free to wander the beach sands and watch the violet bands of misty twilight become the gathering of my long, long awaited flight ~rumorsofme~ 3/30/07 3月23日 emptiness
(Just so there's no confusion, I no longer live there anymore.) Where reality is lost and feelings are made at too great a cost. Emptiness is a black hole, And gladly I sink into its role. For the problem is...(isn't there always a problem?) You are yet a child in the stellar masses of gasses, and as you pass the Pillars of Creation, The let-go will be easy to enter, it was from here somebody sent her Sent her to a beautiful and not-for-long promise of a planet home You trusted then, so trust now again. Who knows what LOVES and Expressions of Love await us? Let-go-the-having-to-know. Learn right up to the minute (they say, more adventures are even now being created for those of us who got caught and somewhat bereated, in the fading combinations of Earthly commotions and untrue devotions) Perhaps we'll find whoever wrote our scripts and let them know what exactly we want on our next trip! "Go ahead you trippers, you all wanted to see and know so much; we're just givin you a little extra push." "Well" said I, "just remember what it is like stepping out on that wing strut -- there we thought was sheer peril and our demise, only to find as we did let-go, that we were experiencing just a hint of heaven, peace and some Promise of a Prize...that has never said good-bye. ~rom~
3月22日 WHO REALLY SAID THAT?One of his most famous lines of poetry in the English speaking world is from 'Sand and Foam' (1926), which reads : 'Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it so that the other half may reach you'. This was taken by John Lennon and placed, though in a slightly altered form, into the song Julia from The Beatles' 1968 album The Beatles (a.k.a. The White Album). Gibran's most famous line of all is that which inspired John F. Kennedy's often quoted "Ask Not What Your Country Can Do For You," from his 1961 inaugural address. The quote was inspired by a 1925 article, "The New Frontier," in which Gibran wrote: "Are you a politician asking what your country can do for you or a zealous one asking what you can do for your country? If you are the first, then you are a parasite; if the second, then you are an oasis in a desert."* *Taken from Wikipedia We need to get our sources straight though I do agree that the foundation of any building is its core of strength -- whoever put it there. However it does seem we jump too quickly to see who said what (to give it meaning or not?) before we read the text, the context, and make the decision for ourselves: Who is this man/woman of integrity, unapproachable ideals and artistic gifts--an angel present in our midst? Maybe you will think of this the next time you start to quote some newly charted member to the Club Politico, or the reigning popculture diva; or some branded by the fire of righteousness and hard Religion ... at least before you begin to quote them as The Source. ~rumorsofme~ 3月10日 living placesI live in the spaces between -- where you are, and I am not seen. From the margins I watch the people rushing by All while I am wondering... Why? Human beings layered en masse Cast the morning shadows Leaving hurry to pass Some distance undone Some prize not won. There's a time of fullness Before time calls "too late" Laying down our little loves We bask in memories of our fate. It seemed to take so long To finally hear my song And now that I can hear They say it's over, my dear? I seemed to be running With the wind at times That was before I learned Of the penalties and fines. Wounded stares kept me alive Even today my eyes bleed when I cry Let me go to them, leave me to their care I am one lonely being with much to share May Love's portion unused pay my fare? In times quiet I wander their path. In my heart slivers I sow, and Am sad to think of the music They have not heard, do not know. My arms can still hold a child Or plant a seed, bring a smile Tell stories that are fun and wild! Hold them gently for a long while. Simply let me live within some Grace Where time is still Where a right can overcome a wrong Where will and love can yet reveal The Truth of the Power that we feel. That alone has been defeated And Hunger now depleted Where little eyes can rise To twinkle back the skies In a pattern of puzzled winks I catch the light streaming And with two hands that hold to mine I walk to climb, awake or dreaming My mind burns with the brand of my heart's Journey, and I whisper for the empowerment For strength that won't relent Now the question is whether my body Will be able to catch up to my Longing Or will fatigue and pain Continue to win all along? Wake up tomorrow! Break out the rainbows! And wet the desert sand, I have to get there, I know I can! There will be the final living of me Beyond the clouds, across the seas, This is the what that was meant to be Soaring with the eagles I am free! AFRICA is the lantern of home As falls the sunshine and rain Legions of Humanity stream and roam Searching for a way to understand This Mysterious Discovery of How we came to be known. My aliveness lives too far from that first breath My heart seeks the story of when I began and so I wait, For AFRICA...yet... Though I want to turn and run With the Fire inside pitching pain I yet want to ride the high winds-- again and again. I cannot die with this legacy not birthed What may come next I cannot now know But with trust and faith The Way must Grow. ~rom~ |
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