rumorsofme

that thing you do...

Sat, 05 Jul 2008 06:36:58 GMT

"That little weird thing people tell you to stop doing--don't, it's what makes you, YOU.

"My candle burns at both ends, however short the night."

"Giving someone the shirt off your back accomplishes just about that."

"The right time is always available, it is you who must be right for the time."

"the highway to Heaven is a very crowded way."

"What happened to the road less traveled?"

"Why must the 'best of times' always include some of the 'worst'?"

"We only give to get."

"I have become my own prisoner."

"The last time you were here, might be the last time."

"Without the shelter of Spirit, even the mind-body sex exercise is only that."

"The real me has no smiles or tears or waiting or lying or any Truth to bear."

"Do you not yet see all the others hearts beating within me?"

"A resting place is not a destination."

"Win some, lose some, you never get even."

--rumorsofme--

the road

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 08:20:41 GMT

" Do you know the Gift is on the road you just passed by?"

"The same road you pass daily, nightly and even in your Dreams?"

"It is in the same passage-way that all must pass on their way beyond their beliefs about Heaven and Hell."

"Mornings Call"

~rumorsofme~

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

wonders downunder

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 06:28:26 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

there...................

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 06:06:38 GMT

welcome to rest

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 06:04:21 GMT

gorillas in the mist

Sun, 25 May 2008 07:32:27 GMT

Oh, I love those Gorillas!

PARADISE AND BIRDS

Sun, 25 May 2008 07:28:57 GMT

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Bird Of Paradise

...in the language of...

Mon, 12 May 2008 18:27:58 GMT

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~

into the sea

Fri, 02 May 2008 16:38:25 GMT

What living by the Ocean does for me...

With a small garden cottage
And beautiful changing shades
of water, as far as you can see.

Sunsets magenta, orange with
purple in their range
of dust mixing with
shimmering waters cool and aqua-blue
Bring thoughts of a joy conceived

a mirroring sweetness

and I am at once relieved.

Walking in sands wet
leave only brief remnants

to attest we were

once and yet...

In such moments
expected tides
rush in, and return
to the Inn of
of our beginning divides.

Waves burst spray upon the day

pulsating with each rise

Wherein lies our unfailing wise.

As every tidal wave is born anew
We can know the rebirth
of Freedom
As they do.
.
The brief inner commotion
Learns to let the shattering go
And with the sea,
Enters the Eternity of the FREED..

~rom~

what beauty awaits all of uslll

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 07:18:42 GMT

This day is done,
I wander
its mysterious passage,
searching for the answer
to how was it done?
In memory,
the early morning
presenting an un-do-able
face
countered in uncertainty,
I let go to
chances of grace
to find rare in measure
the gentle hearts of
dear friends I do so treasure.
Not smothered in hot noises
or bothersome blunders
I let my happiness
be fed by happy wonders,
in the unexpected met
waiting for a bus, a train,
a gentle soul I won't forget.

Then sweeter still the laughter
with an old friend
picking up in that way
of feeling you were there
everyday.

Tales harvested news, common
clues of our nexus
Flowers arranged with care
as usual were there.
The ease of conversation
passed in pauses but
none in regret.

"I'll take you home"
came, and I let myself
forget...
just enjoying the drive,
feeling really alive.
as the set aloneness
withdrew, I gazed
with sadness and some joy too
as I could feel the earth
striving to heal itself
after the wildfires
of the last year.

Spring green was in dress
this afternoon, a warm sun
cooled by a light open breeze.
It had not taken long,
this friendly offering to
take me home.
And, in truth, I was well glad
that I had agreed.
Too alone I've forgotten
the how of just being,
the human cord playing need.

It hadn't looked at all
at the outset this day
that it would slip in golden
mists of memory's play.
To become one I'd want to
lay among orchid scents
and white gardenias
by the fence.

I was reminded over again
That there is nothing more precious
on this Earth, than the warmth
that comes in the sharing
with a true friend.
Those are my thoughts as
I prepare for bed.
Such days for me are spaced
too far apart to keep
up with my slowing heart.

I do not lose flighty time
in discourses on why mine?
why time after time,
and wasted trust,
left me nothing but rust.
Why I didn't ever sail
a boat, go to Africa
and help some folks.

Yet I am here each day
Expecting nothing in the fray,
but absolutely am blown away
when human touch
(so missed by me)
has the power to heal,
and encourage me to be
awake to unexpected circumstance
waiting on a bus or train
You never know when Joy
is going to reach right into
your heart, passing on LIFE
and energies again;
energy for the times
when aloneness will rise
reminding that all of living was fine,
the need to stay awake
for EVER will not last
and each moment brings a song...
a rendition that laces our belong
in unexpected places,
like waiting for a bus or train
so hoping it will happen again.

~rom~

squiggles

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 06:34:24 GMT

...the dream broke,
and I woke...

WHEN is the TIME to speak out?

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 19:05:28 GMT

First they came for the Communists,
and I didn’t speak up,
    because I wasn’t a Communist.
Then they came for the Social Democrats,
and I didn’t speak up,
    because I wasn’t a Social Democrat.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists,
and I didn’t speak up,
    because I wasn’t a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn't speak up,
because I wasn't a Jew,
Then they came for me,
and by that time there was no one
    left to speak up for me.

                                                                       Martin Niemoller

squigglies

Thu, 10 Apr 2008 00:18:03 GMT

Is it only in the Light
that the seeing is right?
Only when day's labor ends
that we turn to look for friends?

Everything has been said
Done and undone
Thought, saw and
Bought
Carved of marble, stone
and bone
Carried by the seawinds
All the way home.

Perhaps, after all, it's
just about the Light
About how it has to be
just right.

Especially when memories call
and the sky closes,
when our eyes become all red
with roses
And feathers catch our fall
into loving eyes --
oh, the wonder of it all!

Yes...I think it is ALL about the Light,
When you get right down to it
it's about some intuition coming
to fruition,
about the songs that haven't been
written yet,
Oh, you remember...that
was before we met!

When the outside was all night
and we couldn't find our inside light
but that is all ok now --
now that we've found our how...
nothing is so wrong that it can't
be made right.

Just remember to turn on the
inside Light...just in case

the stars go out...

nite, nite.

~rom~

To be loving...implies honesty, trust, can be counted on,

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 21:46:37 GMT

Somewhere in you and me
there breathes an unnamed 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!
with the Power of
TRUST
and LOVE
Bestowed.

what walls would fall
by the undeniable devotion
of our call.!
what Healing Gates
would swing away
the windows of Heaven
for that 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 tomorrows will dance with
Memories cured.

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

You would hurriedly
cast me in a stilled form...
That is your version of
Love conformed.

The game grows late
Players are tired of lies and blunders
Soon it is apparent
That the Loving, envisioned by me,
Is to you, only a service due.

~rom~