Guest guest Posted September 6, 2002 Report Share Posted September 6, 2002 >From "The Hand of Poetry" - Hafiz and Coleman. The Brim You hide your face in the leaves, and our eyes fill with rosewater, sleepy as a narcissus opening. You slip away in the garden seasons. The purple violets, the white lily, they change, and you hurry off. Surface bubbles open their eyes, and vanish. How different is this world from those bubbles? Your way with a body-cup is to drain its love-wine. Do that to us! * * * Shhh Don't ask me to describe the taste of my poison. At the end of years of wandering I've chosen a Friend. Don't ask who! I weep in the doorway. Last night I heard you saying what cannot be said. Now you motion to me, Don't tell. the pain of being in my room alone is really what cannot be spoken. So, like Hafiz, I walk the love-road, aware in a way that has no name. LoveAlways, Mazie & bChat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: Click Here Attachment: (image/pjpeg) blue beach.jpg [not stored] Attachment: (image/pjpeg) dark yabyum.jpg [not stored] Attachment: (image/pjpeg) Dolphins.jpg [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 6, 2002 Report Share Posted September 6, 2002 Dear Mazie, Don't you just love the yabyums... Those Tibetan monks eh? Ah! Wim Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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