by ryall Wednesday, Aug 4 2010, 2:26am
like hamsters running
pet shop wheels
having no resolution
i/we move on --
every event/thing done is decisive
beginning and ending in itself
does Love begin or end?
so it is/was with our profound encounter.
we may in ignorance
become temporarily lost
but Love/Life continue forever,
WE continue forever
what an utter folly it is to regret
and taint the beauty and wonder
that was/is our experience;
what sheer joy that destined
what sheer ecstasy/majesty/magic
what is there to regret?
we have been strengthened
and made wiser
by the encounter
a truly extraordinary collision.
i leave you my soul
what else have i to give?
a Persian poet once suggested that Lovers
have at least a thousand souls to sacrifice for Love;
so i leave a soul for you
to burn on the altar-fire of our enduring Love,
use it to illuminate/dispel the darkness
should it ever envelop you.
would we regret the rising sun,
or the wind cleaning
most would sell their souls
for a minute of what we shared
why your tears
are they for me, you
how many yesterdays are able
like an addict you wish to repeat
like a laboratory rat with a pleasure electrode
in its brain
and a lever to hit until it dies,
every spasm more contorted,
agonising than the one
that preceded it --
we are not rodents!
the bliss/ecstasy of our encounter
cannot be tarnished lest we corrode it ourselves
the past is past
remember it as it was,
do not ask how i am,
it’s a question
uncertain people ask;
never forget we are warriors
to the death,
heroes and heroines;
move on to new experiences
and more intense than the last
no one is ever forsaken
except by their own perverse imaginings.
like the Love we shared,
beginningless and endless
leave it open,
tugging at the seams of Creation.
She Belongs to Me - Bob Dylan
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by Sandy Denny via stan Monday, Aug 9 2010, 1:58am
My friend I know you've suffered,
Although you are still young.
Why was it you who'd not take help
Oh it's true, it's very true, he said,
Some hard times I have known,
But I have always overcome them
On my own.
Oh the pearls that you hold in your hand
They are beautiful to see,
But you show them not to anyone,
Not even me.
For you are like the others, he said.
I never can be sure
That you wish just to see the pearls
And nothing more.
Why can you not see reason?
Our lives they are not long.
Why can you take no time
To tell us all we're wrong?
My tune it does not change, he said,
And neither does your song,
And words I use them rarely
When I'm all alone.
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