11/4 11:21 pm

Painfully beautiful, Jess.........

again Jess very good indeed enjoyed them

"Such precious trust
Bestowed with honour.
Naked and stripped bare
Showing her soul."


Such a beautiful soul she is too ...

Jess... light of angels my sweet friend,,,

I see
I saw
I felt
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Heavy rain laden branch, bows to the earth,
A single droplet released to the elements
Lands gently with a skip and a dance
Joins it's companions, in the puddle of life.

A shiver of welcome breaks the surface
Rippling outward, caressing the droplets
That came before, one tiny part of the whole.
Surrendering it's self to the complete.

A gentle breeze shimmers across the reflected sky
As I see myself in the puddle of life,
A mere raindrop, one of many unique life forces
Each unique and as important as the other.

Letting go
...............of these ill-fitting garments that are not mine.
Shrugging off
...............the bindings of past, and histories forgotten.
Kicking away
...............these shoes that hold me to this earth.
Releasing all
...............fears of what was, and what was never to be.





Being free
...............to roam spirit's paths and stories untold.

Jesse

SIGH........

A love affair with Rumi...


Granted

What happens in the world
what business is it of yours?

Two existences have merged into a single temple,
but where is your smiling image?

Granted, there are terrible famines
with no bread dipped in wine anywhere.

You control what is manifest and what is hidden.
Where is your warehouse of grain?

Granted, thorn, scorpion, and snake exist.
But where is your rose-petal bed,
your joy that is deep rest?

Granted, human generosity has dried up,
but you could still give us
a pension and a silk robe.

granted, the sun and moon go down fully
into hell, but not your light and your fire.

Granted, the jeweller has nothing to sell.
He stands by his empty stall
You could rain down pearls, if you chose.

Granted, there is no mouth, nor any language,
but where is your surging impulse?

Come with me while the wine shop is still open.
We are dizzy with meeting each other.

Friend inside my chest and inside my hand,
find your coat and your turban,
if you have not gone senile.

Whores have stolen your hat and carried off
your clothes. Who will take care of you now?

A stranger blocks us.
You could be the arresting officer
in this matter, the judge, and the gallows
if that were your inclination.

Word scatterer, hush this conversation.
Say instead silence to those who never talk.

From, Rumi, "A Bridge To The Soul" translated by Coleman Barks.

You Make Your Own Oil As You Cook - Rumi

Your kindness cannot be said.
You open doors in the sky.

You ease the heart and make
God's qualities visible.

We taste your honey and fly around
as happy as bumblebees.

You remember what was agreed upon
before the universe began.

You hear the sound of those praise words
Am I not (Yes!) your Lord?

Poisonous people, you have little
to do with, only what is necessary.

You make your own oil as you cook,
beyond any recipe or idea of soul growth.

You look to meet someone like
Shams Tabriz. You will not find that.

One Thing I Did Wrong - Rumi

The bird in the cage of my chest
flutters excitedly.

My mad camel pulls at it's tether.
A lion looks out through my eyes
and sees quarry. The river rises.
Along the bank new grasses appear.
Dawn wind blows through the rose garden.

Love left, because of one thing
I did wrong. Now it returns.

Compassion curves back here,
and lightheartedness.

A blind man throws away his cane.
A baby begins to eat from the plate.
A falcon lifts towards the king's drum.

Now silence unweaves
the shroud of words
we have woven.

The Happy Sun

A Happy Sun
is Drawn
with a yellow circle
or maybe orange-yellow
and pretty points
radiating out

at the top left
of the page
shining brightness
on all her friends
upon this sheet

the tufts of grass
the lollipop trees
a red square house
and the happy stick
boy and girl

the Friends
who miss each other
and smile
under this Happy Sun
they meet
and dance away
together with
a playful laugh

The deep black pools of your eyes....

Drowns me.
Burns me.
Takes me.
Owns me.

The soft warmth of your mouth....

Shows me.
Teases me.
Wants me.
Caresses me.

The silent elegance of your hands....

Reassures me.
Holds me.
Challenges me.
Asks me.

The calm mastery of your observance....

Sees me.
Knows me.
Gives me.
Eases me.

Spinning thoughts, awe and wonder,
Present in the dreamtime,

Heightened, pure, claimed,
Fighting, fearful,
Of giving in, succumbing,
Allowing all of me.

Unable to hold back,
Teeth clenched,
Perspiration dampening hair,
Internal struggles.

With softest sigh,
Slightest of groans,
I relinquish.
Accept, submit,
To you.

Flipping my tail and back legs like a mermaid's tail,
I dive, I descend.
Twirling and flipping in delight.
An otter am I, grateful to swim and wallow
in the sea of your emotions.......

wow.....very nice

**cough!! cough!!**

Dusty back there...


Don't mind me, just bumping this up to come back to VERY soon.

Silence of the night
Thick with slumbering dreams
Captured stories riding on the wind
For those who can feel them.

Stars cool in the heavy depths
Treading cautiously across the sky
Icy stares of ancient wisdom
Drawn to energy of souls.

Cloaked in the pregnant night
Wandering past the emptiness of past wants
Towards the east of future hopes
Sits calmly on the crushed reefs toils.

Awaiting birth of new day clear
The stilling of the white noise relief.
Homeless and yet home again
Washed clean in oceanic embrace.

Teach me the steps
Of this wonderful dance
Lead me, embrace me,
Turn me to and fro.
Sweep me, and keep me
Upon my toes.

Enchant me, hold me
Share the music of your soul.
If I falter,
Guide me, show me,
And steady me as I go.
This dance so familiar
The steps intricate.

Shy now, retiring now,
Wanting to join this dance.
Loving and feeling
Heart swept clean
Of past untruths.
Trusting, faltering
Wanting this dance of Love.

With fine thread
Of lives gone past
And shadows cast
Upon the soul
History and mystery
Entwine and embrace
Words woven.

Processing,
Finitely defined
In struggles
And strengths
Lessons learned
Hardship
And desire.

Damage done
And ruin wrought
Impervious Soul
Spirit steely
Tempered in the fires of grief.
Warrior and Champion
Protector.

Seeker, wanderer
Dreamtime
Caught.
Red dust and angels
Stories woven
By the fires
Of lives gone past.
Drifting footprints.

Tread warily through deitus
Cautious footfalls
Wading, mud of malcontent.
Choosing paths less known.
Raw, hungry
Wanting,
Thirsty.

Release.


Lee