Guest guest Posted May 16, 2006 Report Share Posted May 16, 2006 I never held that key, Of the child, of the student of the daughter, And now empty handed again, As a wife as a mother, Unable to engage in the title, the position of that someone, I despair to find in me. Only my child does understand, When she gets mad and demands to see Then I sit and look deep in her eyes, And she laughts at her outburst, Because she finds the spark of the distant star she is. So where are those particulars? They must be in the eye of those who seek them. And then I ask again, Who am I ? .............I am not............. _________________________ Faites de votre page d'accueil sur le web pour retrouver directement vos services préférés : vérifiez vos nouveaux mails, lancez vos recherches et suivez l'actualité en temps réel. Rendez-vous sur http://fr./set Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 16, 2006 Report Share Posted May 16, 2006 Nisargadatta , OConnor Patricia <gdtige wrote: > > > I never held that key, > Of the child, of the student of the daughter, > And now empty handed again, > As a wife as a mother, > Unable to engage in the title, the position of that > someone, I despair to find in me. > > Only my child does understand, > When she gets mad and demands to see > Then I sit and look deep in her eyes, > And she laughts at her outburst, > Because she finds the spark of the distant star she > is. > So where are those particulars? > They must be in the eye of those who seek them. > And then I ask again, Who am I ? > ............I am not............. > when Mystery speaks who can not see that the words are just as the dust motes for light to dance upon Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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