“Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.” ― Rumi, Essential Rumi
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
No time, no time
School has started. It is like a locomotive headed downhill on an icy slope unable to stop. It will go and go and go until it crashes. This may happen come Christmas and then I will breathe. As it is now, it is past the time that I should be up for one who awakes before dawn. But I can't help but love the night...I am an owl disguised as a lark.
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2 comments:
rock on, Little L, rock on
Thanks GR...good to be back, for now. Love your muscial debates :)
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