posted May 05, 2016 09:56 AM            

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Originally posted by Ayelet:
A good philosophy for success.

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Glad you liked it Ayelet.

posted May 05, 2016 11:51 AM            

Until sunrise
I stood motionless gazing
then I said to myself:
what were you seeking
on this earth, what old wives’ tales
what tarts were keeping you captive,
for what scribbling were you so active,
that so many summers and winters passed by
and so many a slovenly night
without noticing the party in the sky?

~Dezső Kosztolányi

posted May 13, 2016 01:30 PM            

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Originally posted by Ayelet:
Maybe he means the whole world is having a party in a heavenly manner. Because the sky is still a part of this world, isn't it?

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Yes, universally.

posted May 16, 2016 11:28 PM            

My heart and my eyes
are filled with love.
My tongue speaks of the Beloved
while my face is wet with tears.

My body burns like frankincense and myrrh.
My smoke rises into the skies on the morning breeze.
Armor and shields cannot resist the fire of love.
Its arrow pierces the soul - it is very sharp.

Your love is an ocean and I am a little fish.
If a fish comes out of the water, doesn't she die right away?
My king makes me read what He says, in my own language:
"Come to Me this instant!"

Those who love You,
can they ever have a brain?
Even if they're sane for one moment,
the next moment they're insane.

Yunus, be the earth
on the path of the attained.
The station of the attained
is higher than the highest heaven.

posted May 17, 2016 01:51 PM            

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Originally posted by Ayelet:
Be the Earth

My heart and my eyes
are filled with love.
My tongue speaks of the Beloved
while my face is wet with tears.

My body burns like frankincense and myrrh.
My smoke rises into the skies on the morning breeze.
Armor and shields cannot resist the fire of love.
Its arrow pierces the soul - it is very sharp.

Your love is an ocean and I am a little fish.
If a fish comes out of the water, doesn't she die right away?
My king makes me read what He says, in my own language:
"Come to Me this instant!"

Those who love You,
can they ever have a brain?
Even if they're sane for one moment,
the next moment they're insane.

Yunus, be the earth
on the path of the attained.
The station of the attained
is higher than the highest heaven.

~ Dervish Yunus Emre

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Truly beautiful share Ayelet!

posted May 29, 2016 01:05 PM            

To some people
Love is given,
To others
Only heaven.

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When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.

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Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

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For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.

posted May 29, 2016 01:35 PM            

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On an exhausted field, only weeds grow.

posted May 29, 2016 02:06 PM            

Slave... It has a mystical meaning, the whole thing. Even though it can be taken as a naughty-physical too, for those so inclined.

That's what I really love about his work. He's Zen... So deep, yet so raw (as to be almost perverse for some) at the same time! Words have multiple meanings.

In this case, I glean the Higher.

SHOW ME THE PLACE

Show me the place, where you want your slave to go
Show me the place, I've forgotten I don't know
Show me the place where my head is bend and low
Show me the place, where you want your slave to go

Show me the place, help me roll away the stone
Show me the place, I can't move this thing alone
Show me the place where the word became a man
Show me the place where the suffering began

The troubles came I saved what I could save
A shred of light, a particle a wave
But there were chains so I hastened to the hay
There were chains, a lot of chains
Like a spade

Show me the place, where you want your slave to go
Show me the place, I've forgotten I don't know
Show me the place where my head is bent and low
Show me the place, where you want your slave to go

The troubles came I saved what I could save
A shred of light, a particle a wave
But there were chains so I hastened to the hay
There were chains so I loved you like a slave

Show me the place
Show me the place
Show me the place

Show me the place, help me roll away the stone
Show me the place, I can't move this thing alone
Show me the place where the word became a man
Show me the place where the suffering began

posted June 01, 2016 03:31 AM            

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Originally posted by Pearlty:

Sometimes a crumb falls
From the tables of joy,
Sometimes a bone
Is flung.

To some people
Love is given,
To others
Only heaven.

~ Langston Hughes

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It is so beautiful. Some people receive `only` heaven...

posted June 01, 2016 03:41 AM            

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Originally posted by mirage29:
(music) Show Me The Place (Leonard Cohen, lyrics/poem) [4:10] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCtoVoE5Mm4

Slave... It has a mystical meaning, the whole thing. Even though it can be taken as a naughty-physical too, for those so inclined.

That's what I really love about his work. He's Zen... So deep, yet so raw (as to be almost perverse for some) at the same time! Words have multiple meanings.

In this case, I glean the Higher.

SHOW ME THE PLACE

Show me the place, where you want your slave to go
Show me the place, I've forgotten I don't know
Show me the place where my head is bend and low
Show me the place, where you want your slave to go

Show me the place, help me roll away the stone
Show me the place, I can't move this thing alone
Show me the place where the word became a man
Show me the place where the suffering began

The troubles came I saved what I could save
A shred of light, a particle a wave
But there were chains so I hastened to the hay
There were chains, a lot of chains
Like a spade

Show me the place, where you want your slave to go
Show me the place, I've forgotten I don't know
Show me the place where my head is bent and low
Show me the place, where you want your slave to go

The troubles came I saved what I could save
A shred of light, a particle a wave
But there were chains so I hastened to the hay
There were chains so I loved you like a slave

Show me the place
Show me the place
Show me the place

Show me the place, help me roll away the stone
Show me the place, I can't move this thing alone
Show me the place where the word became a man
Show me the place where the suffering began

~Leonard Cohen
http://www.songtexte.com/songtext/leonard-cohen/show-me-the-place-7395f695.html
http://www.astro.com/astro-databank/Cohen%2C_Leonard

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Leonard is cool

posted June 01, 2016 02:28 PM            

AS THE MIST LEAVES NO SCAR

As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor ever will.

When wind and hawk encounter,
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter,
Then turn, then fall to sleep.

posted June 18, 2016 11:16 PM            

A thousand faces flow past me,
A thousand voices clamoring to be heard:
The stories of my life:
beloved, abandoned,
hated, feared.
Which mask shall I wear in this moment?
Which voice shall I claim as my own
in this moment?
In this moment
I am a river.
I am the watcher of the river.
Grabbing no mask
They are all my own.
Choosing no voice
I see them all
flowing through me
endlessly changing.

posted June 19, 2016 11:18 AM            

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Originally posted by mirage29:
The River

A thousand faces flow past me,
A thousand voices clamoring to be heard:
The stories of my life:
beloved, abandoned,
hated, feared.
Which mask shall I wear in this moment?
Which voice shall I claim as my own
in this moment?
In this moment
I am a river.
I am the watcher of the river.
Grabbing no mask
They are all my own.
Choosing no voice
I see them all
flowing through me
endlessly changing.

~Carl Woebcke
astrologer & poet
http://www.myastrologybook.com/about-the-author.htm

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posted June 20, 2016 09:53 AM            

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Originally posted by Ayelet:
Interesting. If he chooses not one, he chooses them all...

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posted June 29, 2016 12:15 PM            

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The music enchanted the air. It was like the south wind, like a warm night, like swelling sails beneath the stars, completely and utterly unreal... It made everything spacious and colorful, the dark stream of life seemed pulsing in it; there were no burdens any more, no limits; there existed only glory and melody and love, so that one simply could not realize that, at the same time as this music was, outside there ruled poverty and torment and despair.

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posted June 29, 2016 12:41 PM            

It is good to use best china
treasured dishes
the most gentle goblets
the oldest lace tablecloth
there is a risk of course
every time we use anything
or anyone shares an inmost
mood or comment
or a fragile cup of revelation
but not to touch
not to handle
not to employ the available
artifacts of being
a human being
that is a quiet crash
the deadly catastrophe