rumorsofme: Travel

never satisfied

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 23:01:47 GMT

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Beaches

Known as the "Island of Spices," Zanzibar, Tanzania, produces a variety of crops including cinnamon and nutmeg. But it's the cloves that dominate the economy—and the scent in the air.

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Somewhere in you and me
there breathes a taunting spirit
yearning to be free.
As long as your heart
and mine are bound
by the same heavy anvil
that allows no sound;

then neither of us
will ever know
how deep the Passion
within us could grow;
what Gifts lay within
what happiness would show!
when the Power of Acceptance
and LOVE are Bestowed.

what walls would fall
by the undeniable devotion
of our call.!
what Healing Gates
would swing away
the windows of Heaven
for this holy day!

Yet, words do nothing more
than lay on a page,
it is the WE, of you and me,
who must deliver the
Promises of all that can be.

Don't tell me it can't be done!
Because Fear could not be
overcome.
Today was someone's last one
No tomorrow will dance with
Memories more sure.
Should WE become the image
of Passions

Unrehearsed...Uncast.

All the movement
of a hunger never satisfied,
always exhausted in
hurry...and
forever denied.

~rumorsofme~

for beginnings, beach stories...f

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 04:06:15 GMT

Fiery sunsets sets our thoughts ablaze

while the tall, grassy uninhabited calls

the uprooted careful says a tale-full

the purple haze of lazy days

a place apart is a place to start

unexpected warmth in cold sea rises

winsome ways of the gathering days lead us to hope the imagined will stay

lonely walks restore the Soul

deep purple over mellow moonlit falls

a lone palm tree beside the sea is ever and always infinitely pleasing to me

i've heard the call..................................

rumorsofme lies close to the sea

~rumorsofme~

MOST BEAUTIFUL WYOMING, I've ever seen...

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 07:19:17 GMT

somewhere, there waits for me,

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 06:57:23 GMT

Talking about YouTube - "Out of Africa" and Tigers too...Soundtrack by John Barry

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 06:21:33 GMT

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YouTube - "Out of Africa" and Tigers too...Soundtrack by John Barry

we met

Tue, 06 May 2008 23:17:04 GMT

It was here that we met our unforget
Twisting turnings became the shadow of our yearnings
Days into years of tears
And while you have gone to another Song
I am left to remember that sweet September
When on retreat we found one another's heart beat
Rest and wander the spell you travel under
For in some eternal still, you will once again be birthed to feel
And track the wind spun sands, set to seek the only imagined,
and
timeless...understand...?

~rom~

and the river flows...

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 06:34:56 GMT

Wrestling with the river
Soon turns your journey discontent
For it flows and cuts and winds through slivers
Of eternities slow, in valleys long and deep...unmeant
To reveal our pathways torn with the worth of givers
Soon to forget the purpose of their gentle and unique repent

Ours is but to let the rivers flow, serving as the hymn
of our tearful, sore and broken Soul
The Spirit does not hurry or condemn,
Casting Light from a wilderness sinfully old,
I have decided to lay aside the sharp, piercing too high rim,
allowing the wealth of leisurely genuine LOVE to unfold.

Therein, we are time and time recast
Into a play of Visions carved from the unmade, unwritten.
Leaving for others to decipher the marks we passed
Too tight or too loose the obstacles we left hidden?

The ride feeds uncertainty and we want to quit
the river with its rapids running turbulent,
our bodies heavy with the weight of every hit...
Nevertheless we cling to the human hunger it ferments.

And with each bend we come nearer still
to some other unknown, sensitive tide...
impulses, passions are shaken inside and we will
always choose the emotion from which we cannot hide.

"It is not written."

~rom~

Lost?

Wed, 05 Jul 2006 07:36:20 GMT

"Are you lost?"

"She is lost."

"Me?", I mumbled.

"Ah," laughed the big fellow. "She is lost!"

Their dialect was delightful and whatever they said would come out smiling and loving. What was it? I couldn't remember.

"Yeah, she is lost!" the friend laughed. (maybe a Jamaican accent)

"Yeah!" and they both laughed till they cried.

I was not laughing. For indeed I was lost.

"Yes, I am lost. Where or what now?"

"Ah, we will find a place for you this night. It is very hot and you must rest. But do not worry. You are just lost!" and again they both laughed deliciously.

"This happen often out here?" I asked.

"Ah, yes, yes it does. But do not worry. We will help you find your way to where you want to go." Still he smiled into a splendid grin.

"What if I don't know where I am going or when or how?" I moaned.

"Ah. We have many peoples who come through here looking for something. They usually find what they want and then we help them to get it. You are lost!" he laughed.

The two were as thick and quick as conspiratorial thieves.

"We will help you," the friend replied. "Not to worry." You are just lost!" And again they were in streaming laughter.

"Ah, yes she is lost."

"She is lost?"

"Ah, yes. She is lost."

"OK, I get it. I am lost. What is next?"

"Tonight you will sleep in the tent. Tomorrow we will begin to look for your wish. You must eat and sleep. The body we know much about. We are always here to help you out."

"Eat and sleep when I don't even know where I am!" I groaned.

"Ah, yes (more laughter) you are lost!"

"She is lost."

"Yes, she is," and I turned into the sanctuary of a lone tent. What had I gotten myself into this time? I took off my hiking boots and lay on the starched cot. The air had settled to a more merciful cooler temperature. I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to take me away to some dream of magic wonder to help me find my way again. Surely tomorrow would bring the needed answers. I wasn't sure I wanted to stay right there just then. Tomorrow, I thought and felt my eyes give up any more movement. tomorrow...

-rumorsofme-

...have you ever noticed?

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 18:05:22 GMT

Have you ever noticed?

that in the midst of all earthly fires there is your angel... lifting you to an ectasy of love you have never before known

when something is stamped free you cannot afford it

when your very heart is wetted with desire to untrouble another's burdens you cannot

it is only when you have set your wings for one destination that another reveals itself to

you

that Angels do smile upon us all

that we live many lives but have only enough memory for one

twilights of violet have kept the promise of early morning's sweet pastel sunrise

when you want to know the thoughts of someThing else you wish you didn't

that often your Muse is ready to play, you are not

that we meet one another over and over

you need beware of the hook

the library of Eternity is full

that there is nothing original left in this world

that the steps of long ago brought you to where you now stand

in the records of absent years are many tears.

~rumorsofme~

SAN DIEGO

Fri, 03 Feb 2006 09:04:08 GMT

INSPIRED BY SAINTS

San Diego, California

In 1542, fifty years after Columbus came to the New World, the conquistador Juan Rodriguez Cabrillo claimed this West Coast area for Spain. In November 1602, Sebastian Vizcaino, another Spanish explorer, named the region. He noted in his ship's journal the momentous event:

"The next day, Sunday, the 10th of the month, we arrived at a port which must be the best to be found in all the South Seas...On the 12th of the said month, which was the day of the glorious San Diego, the general, admiral, religious, captains, ensigns, and almost all the men went ashore. A hut was built and mass was said in celebration of the feast of Senor San Diego."

Diego is the Spanish name for James, one of the twelve Apostles, who is credited with being the person who first preached Christianity in Spain.

---The Naming of America---

Allan Wolk-