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Sublime Generosity

I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.

The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.

He said, "Your're not mad enough.
You don't belong in this house."

I went wild and had to be tied up.
He said, "Still not wild enough
to stay with us!"

I broke through another layer
into joyfulness.

He said, "It's not enough."
I died.

He said, "You're a clever little man,
full of fantasy and doubting."

I plucked out my feathers and became a fool.
He said, "Now you're the candle
for this assembly."

But I'm no candle. Look!
I'm scattered smoke.

He said, "You are the sheikh, the guide."
But I'm not a teacher. I have no power.

He said, "You already have wings.
I cannot give you wings."

But I wanted HIS wings.
I felt like some flightless chicken.

Then new events said to me,
"Don't move. A sublime generosity is
coming toward you."

And old love said, "Stay with me."

I said, "I will."

You are the fountain of the sun's light.
I am a willow shadow on the ground.
You make my raggedness silky.

The soul at dawn is like darkened water
that slowly begins to say Thank you, Thank you.

Then at sunset, again, Venus gradually
changes into the moon and then the whole nightsky.

This comes of smiling back
at your smile.

The chess master says nothing,
other than moving the silent chess piece.

That I am part of the ploys
of this game makes me
amazingly happy.
               
                      Rumi






















*"We don't make mistakes here, we just have happy accidents. We want happy, happy paintings. If you want sad things, watch the news. Everything is possible here. This is your little universe."
                                       -Bob Ross*


Favorite things:
cuddling, days off from work, the beach, the Beatles, painting, Denny's, getting unexpected kisses, Varga pin-up girls, peach Schnapps, daisies, bare feet, being nostalgic, yellow





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  • Last seen on Nov 30 8:21 PM 2008. Member since April 16, 2002.
  • I'm a obsidian idea poet for 590 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "i am not a muse".
  • I am a 19 year old girl (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm a lightning rod for bad luck and mishaps.
  • I have 590 comments, 71 poems

My Poetry

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  • Walking five miles home from work at midnight
    will give one alot of time to think.
    42 lines, 7 comments, March 3, 2006. In Sad, Personal, Angst
  • My life crumbled and my heart broke
    somewhere between the ferris wheel and the fun house
    25 lines, 6 comments, November 5, 2004. In Other
  • Watching you cook pasta,
    naked,
    21 lines, 8 comments, August 22, 2004. In Love
  • "Why didn't the sun come up this morning?,"
    I asked the darkness as i pulled back the curtains.
    23 lines, 4 comments, August 3, 2004. In Sad, Other, Dark

Guest Book

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  • TheRamer on September 3, 2008
    hey... why you aint be writing stuff?! i totally wanna read things you write.... oh, and HELLO!
  • on September 29, 2005
    it would be nice to see you at some point. hope all is well darlin.

    mark
  • on June 18, 2004
    Happy birthday!! lol saw it on the Poet Birthday Month list
  • LadyKat on June 18, 2004
    I wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday TODAY on your Home Page since your Birthday month is listed as June (today) on my Poet Birthday Month List add-line.

    Best wishes,
    LadyKat

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