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OVER MY BRIDGES
Over my bridges flows the tide ;
it does not wait nor pause.
Like the waves that beat my heart
and beat and beat until we part,
while I remember fine amours
and loves that lingered by my side.
The love remains when I am gone
yet Time, impatient, courses on,
Over my castles the hours sound;.
they take their turn but never wait.
I am soon gone yet time remains
with joy and woe and ceaseless pains
for every lover meets their fate
no matter how the love is bound.
The love remains when I am gone
yet Time, impatient, courses on,
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it.
Namo Amida Bu
David Brazier said:
Nice. Thank you.
Diana Hoagland said:
How can I remain silent when the Pure Land comforts me on these lonely nights?
Oh how I long to touch the warmth of your arms around?
I too followed the snails, the slugs and the butterflies.
Tell me great bell that permeates my soul,
How will the words in the forests dance as we celebrate new beginnings chopping down rough branches blocking the way to the fire and insense burning in our first kiss?
Oh grace, will you move to silently entering the Garden of Bliss?
That Bamboo runs my fingers towards the summoning of love making outside in the rain, you know that place, where no else dare to go.
Building the sky, our dreams enter reality as a caressing stare between us says, we've finally found home.
Be sure we'll meet again, even if only on questions burning an alter in the sand, so our love is, as sacred as a tide that rewrites Eternity on hearts destined to arrive into the precious wings of Compassion
Shared Garden- Mother
Lover of beauty and care
And little things,
Lover of joy and sorrow,
God fills your heart
And it overflows to all around.
Damned by the Godless,
I am too afraid to open to it,
Yet here it is
In a tiny house
In a shared garden of flowers and birds.
Here is a beautiful poem about Love. I didn't wrote it myself, but I like to share it. It is written by my friend Carol English
Love doesn't freeze very well
Pain is a hard knot
Wrapped neatly in brown butcher paper
you can pack it away in the freezer
for years
But love
love
love leaves crumbs on the furniture
It makes the doorknobs sticky
All kinds of ridiculous stuff leaks out of it
insecurity and slugs and fish guts
that get stuck to the edges of everything
Even laughter
Love follows you around
Poking and prodding
and trying to get your attention
when you have work to do
Love is damned inconvenient
Love is a galloping horse
Banging your arse up through your eyes
and dumping you on the ground
If you aren't seated just right
To contain love
(If you're without suitable armor)
You can try cling film and a lot of duct tape
I wish you luck
but think it only fair to warn you that
no matter how carefully you prepare it
or what you wrap it in
Unlike pain
Love doesn't freeze very well
HEART & MIND
My heart is much more constant than my brain.
The heart moves slowly, considerately.
The mind darts, there, here, there again,
while the monarch of my being moves sedately.
It takes time to form affections in the deep,
though the maverick winsome mind is lightly slick
the truest sentiments, the ones we keep,
not only penetrate one's substance to the quick
but consume the very stuff that one is made of
arranging every particle and showing
that all the colours that one has a shade of
can animate and set each other glowing.
My brain is much more fickle than my heart
though each has jobs and errands to perform,
each conscientious in carrying its part
makes glory of traversing life’s great storm.
NO WHERE TO GO .
I could ,
I'm sure I could ,
I get side tracked ,
My head tells me one way ,
My heart tells me more ,
Still I am longing ,
To get to the place
That holds me so close
And makes my heart race ,
Where is this paradise
That I long to be part
It smells very close
But keeps me afar
Soon I will break through
The blocks and the wall
That leads to my paradise
Where love waits at the door .
CALLING ME HOME
You were here!
Long before
I saw you,
it was your voice
I hear
so near
Words saved
as seeds,
as questions
hidden in my heart
solid as a rock
locked.
Once
I was to far
from home
a force like fire
struck
this solid safe
broken.
Rainy season came a long
rinsed your words
awoken
and start to sing a song.
In that present moment
I saw you sing this song
You sung about love so deeply,
a song about
Kwan Yin
Longing I start to sing.
And in this magic moment,
a moment I felt
so much,
we where singing together
whole hearted,
in touch
Yes a heart is opened,
but often
wandering
afraid for ‘the’
not-knowing,
in stead of wondering
When the blackbird is singing
he comforts me
through my ears,
with
songs of love and longing
telling me
‘dry up your tears’,
And when I hear his song
I can hear you singing,
this song
of
‘calling me home’,
to
the pure land
I belong.
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