here, there are no exams to pass..
Similar Posts
Where do bogies go
Do they, Dr. Einstein, clingto the nostril wall untildessication overbalances the forceof adhesion against gravity, andthey fall on someone’s floor?How can one equatethe working-outof natural law witha clean, scoured, functional nostril orthe pleasure of finger food?
In the war-torn city, O My dearest one,
louder than the gunfire,louder than the bombscalling to Me; it isa man who kneels in prayerhe does not name his nationality,he does not name his faith,he does not name Me as his godhow clear his voice isas he calls to me
Sport is popular. Fine.
Sport becomes showbusiness. mmm.‘Pietersen embraced Collingwood on his centurylike a footballer’..I say, old chap, that’s just…not cricket…
Because I am a poet
I would like to talk to you todayof how when My Belovedsmiles at me with that open smilethat asks nothing but the freedomto express itselfthen I can only think ofthat white rose which this morningtook my breath away with itsinnocent whiteness, its pure whitenesswith just a hint of a blush as ifit astonishes even itselfor…
‘O My Beloved –
yet cannot find the One in my restless mind –I am in a desert place, a place of desolation… ’My Beloved saidsee the reeds, gently swaying like swooning dervisheson the river bank, their feet in the water –a man could sit for hours and watch them –are they not beautiful?See now the reed-flute, so carefully…
here is the world of not only:
beyond not, beyond only, tonot only, but.. to That!not only for some, but for all.Be sitting in your chair, orkneeling before an altar or a statue, ortouching head to ground, orcross-legged, the sitar and the vinaquietening to silence, the incensefilling the lungs and heart;or walking through the forest, in the hills; seeing,not only this, or…