i loved her. so on my team. posies and all.
our team all the way.
definately want her on our team!
If only she could find it in her heart and limbs to love me as she loves nessamonster.
one day it will be obvious why not to mourn the love that wasnt yours.
i shall spread the petals of one thousand posies on that love’s grave.
I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow And called out “It tastes sweet, does it not”
“You’ve caught me” Grief answered “and you’ve have ruined my business. How can I sell sorrow when you know its a blessing””
Love Dogs
by Rumi
One night a man was crying,
Allah! Allah!
His lips grew sweet with the praising,
until a cynic said,
“So! I have heard you
calling out, but have you ever
gotten any response?”
The man had no answer to that.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.
He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,
in a thick, green foliage.
“Why did you stop praising?”
“Because I’ve never heard anything back.”
“This longing you express is the return message.”
The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
that whining is the connection.
There are love-dogs
no one knows the names of
Give your life
to be one of them.
name? mail? website?
thoughts?
February 16th, 2006 at 8:32 pm
i loved her. so on my team. posies and all.
February 17th, 2006 at 1:12 am
our team all the way.
February 17th, 2006 at 12:27 pm
definately want her on our team!
February 17th, 2006 at 3:27 pm
If only she could find it in her heart and limbs to love me as she loves nessamonster.
February 17th, 2006 at 4:41 pm
one day it will be obvious why not to mourn the love that wasnt yours.
February 18th, 2006 at 1:49 pm
i shall spread the petals of one thousand posies on that love’s grave.
February 19th, 2006 at 4:41 pm
I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow
And called out
“It tastes sweet, does it not”
“You’ve caught me” Grief answered
“and you’ve have ruined my business.
How can I sell sorrow
when you know its a blessing””
February 19th, 2006 at 4:49 pm
Love Dogs
by Rumi
One night a man was crying,
Allah! Allah!
His lips grew sweet with the praising,
until a cynic said,
“So! I have heard you
calling out, but have you ever
gotten any response?”
The man had no answer to that.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.
He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,
in a thick, green foliage.
“Why did you stop praising?”
“Because I’ve never heard anything back.”
“This longing you express is the return message.”
The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
that whining is the connection.
There are love-dogs
no one knows the names of
Give your life
to be one of them.