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"Being Deeply Loved by Someone Gives You Strength; Loving Someone Deeply Gives You Courage" -Lao Tzu
lost muse
repeatedly I return
Beloved
I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
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Escaping Ponders
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
Sun, February 10, 2008 - 11:21 PM
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or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without compl... read more 
I remember you as you were last autumn.
Sun, February 10, 2008 - 10:36 PM
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You were the grey beret and the still heart. In your eyes the flames of twilight fought on. And the leaves fell on the water of your soul. Clasping my arms like a climbing plant the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace. Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning. Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul. I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off: grey beret, voice of bird, heart like a house, towards which ... read more 
I fear I'm all dried up.... the past months touched by life's unmerciful hand. I digested only loss & grief. I buried my heart deep underground to hide from fake smiles and to heal my wounds. Gray clouds lingered over my cave as the sun smiled upon others. I wrapped myself with blankets of blacks and blues, of apathy and loss. Unknowingly when I granted myself permission to hibernate, all the while, my creativity slowly dissolved.
Sun, January 6, 2008 - 3:57 PM
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After the storm, with a sudden urge to rise from my slumber a... read more 
I have been tricked by flying too close
Sun, October 28, 2007 - 9:07 AM
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to what I thought I loved. Now the candleflame is out, the wine spilled, and the lovers have withdrawn somewhere beyond my squinting. The amount I thought I'd won, I've lost. My prayers becomes bitter and all about blindness. How wonderful it was to be for a while with those who surrender. Others only turn their faces on way, then another, like pigeon in flight. I have known pigeons who fly in a nowhere, and birds that eat grainl... read more 
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
Mon, July 16, 2007 - 2:21 PM
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In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever. Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain, It's ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge, Clad in the light of a pol... read more
Leaning Inward
When I lean inward I rediscover my center and once again anchored to an inner wholeness.
Awaiting My Muse
Essenceabout me
Passion makes the old medicine new:
Passion lops off the bough of weariness. Passion is the elixir that renews: how can there be weariness when passion is present? Oh, don't sigh heavily from fatigue: seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!" – Rumi O My Beloved O my beloved Eternity, Do not forget me. From this moment on, I shall always Remember you. O my beloved Infinity, Do not desert me. From this moment on, I shall always Love you. O my beloved Immortality, Do not disown me. From this moment on, I shall always Claim you. - Sri Chinmoy
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