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Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 853
Life's painting..Page 9 of 14    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14)
blame it on the meds
I'm a little slow in my head...

you "making your own drink"
did, indeed, make me stop to think

and then giggle :)

seems you're the clever one this evening
I'm just a girl who took a break
to pot some plants, cook some dinner,
and see how many slow breaths I could take
(I believe it was rose who coined the phrase "breath out")

it's just around the bend
up a hill, and around some curves..
watch for the sudden stop at the end

or perhaps less of a sudden stop
and more of a remission
to the big lake in the sky
where there's endless days of fishin'

S'good to hear that the future is looking bright for you
Love and light is all we need.
I thank you for stopping by..
It's been a pleasure, indeed

Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 854
Life's painting..
Posted: 3/27/2012 7:34:37 PM
but what of this pain?

the left side of my face feels like it's been hit with a 2x4
i'm so sick of "trying new meds" and I don't wanna try any more
whether the pain increases or decreases, either way I lose my mind
for every loss we also gain...i wonder what it is that i will find.

there's only so much whining one can do, and so many smiles that one can fake
this never ending battle seems to be more than i can take

but it's not

and so .... i a gratitude list....

i am grateful for my nieces and nephews who smile and shine so brightly.
i am grateful for a patient man who tells me he loves me daily and nightly.
i am greatful for a job that i love that is the best that i've ever had.
i am grateful to have found acceptance and forgiveness towards my Dad.
i am grateful that I am so quickly becoming open to giving and receiving love.
i am grateful that, in times of dispair, my first thought is no longer to "drink" or "drug."
i am grateful that i can afford potting soil to dig my hands into.
i am grateful that i do not live in poverty and i am grateful that neither do you.
i am grateful for the hugs and unconditional love of my friends..
and i am grateful to have a bed to sleep in..i believe i'll go there..the end.
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 855
Life's painting..
Posted: 4/4/2012 9:40:10 AM
Rumi goes good (and well, lol) with roast beef on wheat :)

As translated by Coleman Barks

You bind me, and I tear away in a rage to open out
into air, a round brightness, a candle point,
all reason, all love.

This confusing joy, your doing,
this hangover, your tender thorn.

You turn to look, I turn.
I'm not saying this right.

I am a jailed crazy who ties up spirit-women.
I am Solomon.

What goes comes back. Come back.
We never left each other.

A disbeliever hides belief,
but I will say his secret.

More and more awake, getting up at night,
spinning and falling with love for Shams.
Joined: 12/28/2009
Msg: 856
Life's painting..
Posted: 4/4/2012 10:25:49 PM
A 'silent' rage burned
last night
for a brief moment only
then it was released

into the vast reaches
o f r e a l i t y

into the quiet nothingness
that 'unknown fear'
the 'silent truth'
drifting peacefully
like a forgotten kiss
barely caressing
two lips
softly it was gone

like a distant vagueness
a stranger in the night
fading into the black
disappearing into the.........
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 857
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Life's painting..
Posted: 4/5/2012 5:43:24 AM
into the bliss
into the
of happiness
where it was showered
with love
after being washed in blood
and hung out to dry
to eventually die...

the rage
in my mind boiled
like a snake coiled
waiting to squeeze
with the slightest breeze
knowing i was sucker
a willing supper
for its venom
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 858
Life's painting..
Posted: 4/5/2012 10:27:48 AM
thank you both for stopping through :)

the liver is your angry organ
mine is pretty pissed
cause I take a pill for that
and I take a pill for this

like an effin roller coaster
I'm having difficulty within my spirit
Waaaaay deep in there is my gut
If I could only hear it.....

(Been a bit angry today....and sad last night...and happy this morning...and now I wanna throw up. Too much medicine....but at least I'm not hurting. I'll be damned if I'm not sick of this roller coaster ride. I want off!!)
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 859
Life's painting..
Posted: 4/6/2012 6:25:35 PM
In order for me to be this bothered by feeling indifferent,
at some point I must have felt the opposite.
I'm gonna tell you how I cried tonight, 
and then I will tell you what I got from it.
I cried uncontrollably and spoke my feelings out loud.
I cried a heartfelt cry...ashamed of such in front of a crowd.
I got the message from a friend, that God's time is God's time...
and then I recieved the words that make up the first sentence to this rhyme.

It is a miracle that I am so bothered by the way that my medicine makes me feel indifferent. At one point in time I paid good money to feel that way.
Put one foot in front of the other...God is good every day.
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 860
crayons dipped in pheonix fire
Posted: 4/8/2012 7:54:51 AM
Thank you, bodhisattva :) (nice name...I can identify) I appreciate your encouragement!
Joined: 12/28/2009
Msg: 861
crayons dipped in pheonix fire
Posted: 4/10/2012 10:31:10 PM
You've no idea how hard I've
looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What's the point of bringing gold
to the gold mine,
or water to the Ocean.

Everything I came up with
was like taking spices to the Orient.
It's no good giving my heart and my soul
because you already have these.
So- I've brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me.

Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 862
crayons dipped in pheonix fire
Posted: 4/13/2012 6:44:10 PM
I love this, Erota...and I'd never read this one before...Thank you for sharing!! :)
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 863
Posted: 4/17/2012 10:13:48 AM
I don't believe in coincidences. I do believe my higher power has a wonderful sense of humor. I have a book of Rumi poetry on my desk in my office at work, and I always open it randomly to see what I find (I do this with most any book that does not have to be read from start to finish...mostly books of a spiritual nature) Today I opened it to begin reading the exact poem the you posted above, Erota. Nice..

From "Childhood friends"
By : Rumi - as translated by Coleman Barks

What is the mirror of being?
Non-being. Always bring a mirror of non-existence
as a gift. Any other present is foolish.

Let the poor man look deep into generosity.
Let bread see a hungry man.
Let kindling behold a spark from the flint.

An empty mirror and your worst destructive habits,
when they are held up to each other,
that's when the real making begins.
That's what art and crafting are.

A tailor needs a torn garment to practice his expertise.
The trunks of trees must be cut and cut again
so they can be used for fine carpentry.

Your doctor must have a broken leg to doctor.
Your defects are the ways that glory gets manifested.
Whoever sees clearly what's diseased in himself
begins to gallop on the way.

There is nothing worse
than thinking you are well enough.
More than anything, self complacency
blocks the workmanship.

Put your vileness up to a mirror and weep.
Get that self-satisfaction flowing out of you!
Satan thought, "I am better than Adam,"
and that "better than" is strongly in us.

Your stream water may look clean,
but there's unstirred matter on the bottom.
Your sheikh can dig a side channel
that will drain that waste off.

Trust your wound to a teacher's surgery.
Flies collect on a wound. They cover it,
those flies of your self protecting feelings,
your love for what you think is yours.

Let a teacher wave away the flies
and put a plaster on the wound.

Don't turn your head. Keep looking
at the bandaged place. That's where
the light enters you.

And don't believe for a moment that you're healing yourself.
Joined: 12/28/2009
Msg: 864
Posted: 4/18/2012 8:28:44 PM

Let the heart always give more
let the spirit of the soul soar
let the truth contain no lies
let the heart beat less with pride

let the givers blessings be true
let the poor man's dreams pursue
let us all do what we can do
let the love shine purely through
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 865
Posted: 4/28/2012 10:22:16 AM
^^^ I thank you for stopping through, Erota..and I appreciate your write.

Mollie always seems to be asking me "how did I get here?"
and to that I reply "Where are we going?"
As wise or naive as either one of us is
there is still no sure way of knowing.

Evil action results in a limiting of action.
At least that's what I've come to know of the karmic nature of this place.
I want to trace the path of actions and reactions
that lead to the nerves in my face.

Painful experience becomes conscience
and conscience strongly contributes to abilities.
Perhaps my higher power thought it was time
that I swallow a large dose of humility.
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 866
Posted: 5/16/2012 3:53:03 PM
It is the salve
that heals my wounds.
It is a cool breeze
on a dog day.
It is a long soak
in holy water
and all of the words
that I forgot how to say...

I smile
through the pain.
I cry
through the happiness
and we push each other
when the hill is steep.

I had better soak it all in
while I can.
None of this is mine to keep.

(brought home from Naive's "Ethics & Supressed Desires" thread)
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 867
Posted: 5/16/2012 4:26:31 PM
That junk I threw in a bag,
and wished would go away,
is the junk I nearly tripped on
and broke my neck today.
So I toted the bag with me
as I began to board the bus.
We all have a bag of junk
that we carry around with us.

Toting a bag full of junk is exhausting
but attempts to avoid it inevitably cease.
So I sort through my bag of junk
and it gets smaller peace by piece.

(first Line/Last line - part deux)
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 868
smoke and ashes
Posted: 5/17/2012 4:47:20 PM
alone in crowded rooms
where smoke spoke of the thousands who had been trapped within four walls.

trapped without the four walls, as well,
and we all payed hell to find someone to sleep with
somewhere without cares
somewhere where we dared to do the dirty
no longer flirty, but rather fuked instead.

these pictures stay filed in my head

i flip through them any time I feel possessed to take the wheel again.

there is an angel
and a devil
forever fighting within
Joined: 12/28/2009
Msg: 869
smoke and ashes
Posted: 5/25/2012 6:21:12 PM
"Let the waters settle. You will see stars and moon mirrored in your being."—Rumi
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 870
smoke and ashes
Posted: 5/26/2012 6:19:19 AM

Good Morning, Erota!
Joined: 12/28/2009
Msg: 871
smoke and ashes
Posted: 5/26/2012 11:18:16 AM
today's been a blessing this is true
realizing how blessed I am with friends like you
it took awhile to fully understand

"only through time can you grow a true friend".............................*cheers*
Joined: 12/28/2009
Msg: 872
smoke and ashes
Posted: 6/7/2012 1:07:51 PM
let's go down in history
living life's great mystery
fuzzy memories
broken smiles
now our past comes alive

grey skies turn midnight blue
super heroes just us two
fighting for a life divine
crazy what we can do...............with just our mind
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 873
smoke and ashes
Posted: 6/8/2012 4:45:58 AM
We didn't realize that it was memories that we were making.

We danced to be free.

As the the beat kicks in,
I wanna dance again
Because I am more free than I have ever been.

(Hi Erota! Thank you for stopping through!)
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 874
smoke and ashes
Posted: 6/19/2012 10:45:30 AM
Break open your personal self
to taste the story of the nutmeat soul.

These voices come from that
rattling against the outer shell.

The nut and the oil inside
have voices that can only be heard
with another kind of listening.

If it weren't for the sweetness of the nut,
the inner talking, who would ever shake a walnut?

We listen to words
so we can silently
reach into each other.

Let the ear and mouth get quiet,
so this taste can come to the lip.

Too long we've been saying poetry,
talking discourses, explaining the mystery
outloud. Let's try a dumb experiment.

- Rumi
(as translated by Coleman Barks)
Joined: 12/28/2009
Msg: 875
smoke and ashes
Posted: 7/10/2012 4:22:42 PM
'fighting a thousand fears'
nothing seems ever clear
mind over matter have no doubt
it's time to let mind power out

running life's race failure impedes
makes taste of success sweeter indeed
tears of joy wash away the pain
learning to 'let go' livin' for today
Joined: 7/5/2012
Msg: 876
crayons dipped in pheonix fire
Posted: 7/14/2012 11:15:11 AM
Joined: 7/3/2012
Msg: 877
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crayons dipped in pheonix fire
Posted: 7/14/2012 12:07:50 PM
You're good. I love that.
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