Sat morning on my verandah.... i love my home

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Sunday, December 14, 2014

Sat morning on my verandah.... i love my home

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My Favourite Quotes

“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.”
When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” ― Rumi
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.I'll meet you there.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” ― Rumi
It is healing to show my emotions. It is safe for me to be vulnerable. - Louise L. Hay
All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope. Winston Churchill
"I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love." — Marilyn Monroe
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." — Marilyn Monroe
"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along." — Rumi
"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."
"If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?" Rumi
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” ― Rumi, The Illuminated Rumi

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My Favourite Poems

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close." — Pablo Neruda
A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden's beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon. You and I unselfed, are together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I. The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I. In one form upon this earth.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
Poem by My Timothy Howden - When I fall into the fountain of your pure eyes as iridescent showers of light dance with joy inside you I see you every time as if at first, time after time I feel my purpose born at once as I gird my loins faint at first then clear and distinct Chords of our sacred union bind us together at last forever, Once cold, now eternally warm as our cells melt in one strand T'is the season of our birth our endless beginning, one perfect round. Our kiss eternally sealing us as one my DeborahMary
IN THE ARC OF YOUR MALLET Don’t go anywhere without me. Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me, or on the ground, in this world or that world, without my being in its happening. Vision, see nothing I don’t see. Language, say nothing. The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that with me. Be the rose nearest to the thorn that I am. I want to feel myself in you when you taste food, in the arc of your mallet when you work, when you visit friends, when you go up on the roof by yourself at night. There’s nothing worse than to walk out along the street without you. I don’t know where I’m going. You’re the road and the knower of roads, more than maps, more than love. Rumi
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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