Guest guest Posted October 8, 2002 Report Share Posted October 8, 2002 It's all sacred space and the warmth is coming from being near the pile of burning loves Doncha love the way words worble and workle and winkle and wrinkle Now I must tell you that this happens for me only in the company of friends, as the Sufis say...only in the company of intelligent, heartful people such as yourself....and only on paper. Paper view Fun...thanks, Mikey. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 8, 2002 Report Share Posted October 8, 2002 , "skiplaurel" <vicki@b...> wrote: > It's all sacred space and the warmth is coming from being near the > pile > of burning loves Doncha love the way words worble and workle > and > winkle and wrinkle > > Now I must tell you that this happens for me only in the company of > friends, as the Sufis say...only in the company of intelligent, > heartful > people such as yourself....and only on paper. Paper view > Fun...thanks, Mikey. Walt Whitman has a poem in which someone sticks their tongue into his heart........ and the separation bleeds out into the hot sand........ the head gets light........the world fades...................and the familiar emptiness floods the mind........... Love Michael Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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