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words that fell from rumi's sky:"lovers don't finally meet somewhere. they're in each other all along."

or another Rumi...."Art as Flirtation and Surrender In your light I learn how to love.In your beauty, how to make poems.You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you,but sometimes I do,and that sight becomes this art."

Oz and Mercy-- I just sent you a message re Rumi -- do you have this feature?

yes piperbones, check your IM. rumi rocks!

Is it THE Rumi of the sufis? sounds like him...LOVE that one! for long and forever!

If so, try out "Jalal al-Din Rumi" in the surches, lots of wonderfull things!!

It always hurts me to see the decline of a people and their culture -I know,its been going on for all time.Move forward in your walk and your talk - I will wait for U.DriftwoodWe have lived here for thousands of yearsWe were able to live off of the land with hands and toolsThe animals that ran with us now hide in fearI can?t find my family the land now looks strangeWhat happened to the garden I fed my family with Like a distant dream everything has changed it seems How can everyone be a stranger, everywhere I feel fear and dangerThe watering hole, no one goes there.The place of meeting now does not have a greeting.Blood stains the ground from my footprints.The trees weep as their seed no longer takes root.My child never sees its first birthday scalded by it own feverCan there not be someone who will hold my had when I pass into darknessNo more will the proud son?s and daughters love the land that feeds the handThe water to stained to drink, its sickness bringing all closer to the brinkNow I pass on a horrible fate that love brings no escapeStill I hold my head in my hands and believe in love and the kindness of man.Paul Cronin2005

Welcome to anywhere and everywhere.Hello to U also

Nice work paul...The longing and the yearning

PassagesInto the stillness of moments, from the hell visions to peace of this day,When it swings, requires me to step out of, just observe and let go,When I follow it down there is no end, stop, let it go where it needs to flow.It can be so strong, that it takes hold, If I run, run for life, there is no peace in strife.Stand still, wait and wait while praying to the maker, I will take on and face, see myself for who I am.Roots with thorns and rose.Been so deep, Celtic tribes to invading Norman?s, and now, I am alone with not an army in sight, without protection, only to save the grace of goodwill that I can feel alive once again. Cherish beauty given here in all its forms, it?s part of you and me. The wilds pass life?s age to carry keys, unlocking words that help, discard those that are of no use, from those that have gone before, shared and left behind grains of wisdom of turning fears into kindness, born to fill, a purpose for bliss, it may not always be mine, to give in this light what more joy could ever be. Finding courage to overcome and overcome and overcome face forward to what appears bright, may not always be seen, intuition opens passages, knowing that I will face it all to get clean once again, Life?s wear and tare needs some repair, unless you seek seclusion from it all then lock your door forever.Pass machines, Pass times, Passovers, Pass out, Passwords, Passengers, Passports, Passions, Passkeys to passive rise and fall, moving on to begin on a journey that sees no end in sight, Passages, come apparent in a glimpse of light. Warm to those that I meet, and if those that cause ripples in my stillness, walk away with no shame, be burdened not by their ways, judge not, it?s my way in peace day. Now that my dinner has been burned, again, time to harvest wash and prepare, motions of existence.

always saw you as a artist John - your colors give off strenght

If you write poems or words please post them so we can share - open invitation

I have always liked Justin Hayward as a singer and composer.His voice I have practiced for years but the delicacy and strength is hard to match.Anyway here is Justin's "Driftwood"Just like the driftwood of a dreamLeft of the seashore of sleepJust like the words that wouldn't rhymeLost in the desert of timeTime waits for no one at allNo, not even youYou thought you'd seen it all beforeYou really thought you knewI don't remember what was saidIn the confusion that nightI only know what's on my mindWhat's in the future we will decideTime waits for no one at allNo, not even youYou thought you'd seen it all beforeYou really thought you knewI've shattered the illusionOf fortune and of fameBut darling now I know youLife could never be the sameOh no... don't leave me driftwoodOn the shoreTime waits for no one my loveNo, not even youYou thought you'd seen it all beforeYou really thought you knewI've shattered the illusionOf forture and of fameI'm waking upI'm reaching upI'm getting up from this gameOh no... don't leave me driftwoodOn the shoreOh no... don't, don't leave me driftwoodOn the shore...

This a weird little thing I wrote. I'll try to translate it from Swedish to this language you call english.. (You need something less grand in this thread! ^^)It (slightly inspired by the song 'it')What's raining?the rain?itWhat's snowing?the frozen water?it"The coffee's done"What's done?it?what?The coffee?

let it be, ace, all ways...(Oops, that was unusual small from me:> )

Eh... was that a compliment or just a polite 'err, that was nice little friend'? :>

any way you like it to be, I tend to say things, that even I am wondering about later:> no offence, so much for sure, OK?

Haha, no, it's not easy to get me offended. Just try! ^^

(well, try on the rumour-thread ^^)

time...time..time...is on our side, question is, on which side?Is there a "one side"?or not,or just a knot...or a whole loophole...time...time...time