Guest guest Posted December 31, 2008 Report Share Posted December 31, 2008 1. sometimes I am a lonely little poem sometimes i am a lonely little poem that no one reads and i fall into a heap in the bottom of a bird cage sometimes i grow wings. 2. silly little man you silly little man how you grovel at my feet! adore my image while you bury your loved one in the pyramid of your desire, do not try to buy my favors with your shiny little prayers do not walk on water and sell your soul, don't torment yourself with words that will never come to you, I am no bride to lie down by your side, I am a poem, your hard-hearted lover. 3. softly when the dead of winter falls heavy on the ground the silence of my being mocks me with awareness and the wind howls with delight, a New Year will enter another page of history and softly will end this night. Much love, health, abundance and joy to my Nisargadatta Family, ~Anna Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 31, 2008 Report Share Posted December 31, 2008 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > 1. > > sometimes I am a lonely little poem > > > sometimes i am a lonely little poem > that no one reads > and i fall into a heap > in the bottom of a bird cage > > sometimes i grow wings. > > 2. > > silly little man > > > you silly little man > how you grovel at my feet! > adore my image > while you bury your loved one > in the pyramid of your desire, > do not try to buy my favors > with your shiny little prayers > do not walk on water > and sell your soul, > don't torment yourself > with words that will never come to you, > I am no bride > to lie down by your side, > I am a poem, > your hard-hearted lover. > > 3. > > softly > > > when the dead of winter > falls > heavy on the ground > the silence of my being > mocks me with awareness > and the wind howls > with delight, > a New Year will enter > another page of history > and softly will end > this night. > > > Much love, health, abundance and joy to my Nisargadatta Family, > > ~Anna P: Great poem, my bird of paradise. Use your parasol to guard off the snow until that day the charming prince will come sunshine in hand. Best abundance for next year. Salud, pecetas, y amor! > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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