...on love... |
From the Masnavi...Arise, O son! burst thy bonds and be free!How long wilt thou be captive to silver and gold?Though thou pour the ocean into thy pitcher,It can hold no more than one day's store.The p...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 23:49:00 GMT |
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The floor falls away, my mind with it. The sun covered the world in blue. I tried to look up, but my eyes see nothing. I want to scream out loud, my lungs on fire. Silence deafens my senses, the world...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 00:07:00 GMT |
Music... |
Like jazz music in the air, slowly moving...melting one note into the next. There is no start or stop to each note, rather a slow progressive growth. The air moved, danced to the sounds moving through...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 08:58:00 GMT |
unfinished....an experience |
Light shattered, bursting into billions of particles sending splinters into my brain. Every cell and nerve ignited by each splinter. Flames quickly burning into every molecule in my body. Light satura...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 14:57:00 GMT |
One good thing about music is, when it hits, you feel alright. |
Something in the way that Bob Marley sings and something in his words and music. It makes me want to get up and dance. To smile. To laugh with friends.Dont worry, about a thing. Cause every little thi...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 12:52:00 GMT |
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You left me in the dark, my senses impaired i struggle to move forward. The path underneath my feet no longer feels familiar. Where did you go to? What did you find to run off with the Light that was ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 12:41:00 GMT |
Great Spirit |
Great Spirit, comefrom the skywith your multitudes behindCome back againGreat Spirit, riseto your eternal throneas all the people's belowseek you outMake green once againthe forests that layin ashes f...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 11:55:00 GMT |
Sorrow |
Sorrow, Sorrow, she called my name, seduced me with her melancholy way.Drugged me with her voice,mesmerized by her song. And as much as I could no longer stand her, the more it seemed that i wan...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 23:48:00 GMT |
The Morning Fog |
Help me! I hardly even remember the sound of your voice. Time brings a fog to my memory. I thought that I saw you stepping through the haze. Was it really you? Or am I the one who moved? The morn...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 23:38:00 GMT |
Another unfinished... |
The night is young, yet now I am too old to enjoy it.The sounds of my past, memories that still echo in my ears.Long ago I had found the way to Paradise, but of late it seems I ha...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 21:05:00 GMT |
