posted July 09, 2004 12:11 AM         

Within this heart perhaps is love, longing to be felt
I do not know the meaning of this emotion
There is no love, no hate, for hate requires a feeling
From which I have been kept

And though the days may have been pleasant without the pain
Still embracing it perhaps would have been better still
Better twice again
To have known the fire that burns the soul beneath the skin
A thousand times more pleasant than the coldness that I know
I am a mind, nothing more

posted July 09, 2004 06:30 AM         

Ssshhhh quieten your mind...dont push it, let it happen...it will come... you know this...you WILL find that place where it is all locked away, because you KNOW that it is there. The tears that want to come tell you that it is there.

Your actions do not mirror your words. You have a great deal of love shining right out of you.

Does He not know what is in our hearts long before we do?

posted July 10, 2004 12:37 PM         

Perhaps it is the "Living Flame of Love"....

Oh Living Flame of Love,
Tenderly wound my Soul,
To it's deepest inner parts
without oppression.....

Something along those lines.....from St. John of the Cross; his Dark Night of the Soul writing.

(You'd have to read the whole thing to get the gist. John Michael Talbot has a beautiful song about it)

Thanks for sharing!!!

Blessings, anakhita

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"Women and Cats will do as they please and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.

posted July 11, 2004 08:31 AM         

__________

A scream in the night
Teaches the child.
Bestows the sight
For all that is vile

Separation at daybreak
A lesson to keep,
Pain is the fate
For those who weep

Throughtout the day
A search for home
A place to lay
To call your own

The search ends
Thus ends the fight
He wins.........
Another scream in the night

___________

The justification
For an act is lost.
The perpetrator is saved
But at the victim's cost

The first craves oblivion
While the second weeps
Crushed and confused
The act is reaped

Years go by
Oblivion is gained
But bitterness lingers
As the second lays blame

Time collects incidents
Cloaking them in obscurity
Distorting out lives
To a grim absurdity

___________

Words echo
Thoughts return
In emptiness
Burn.

An inferno
Rages
Consuming
Sages

All are
Forlorn.
Fruitlessly
They mourn