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I would join you with a gossamer golden thread, pull you from the brink of destruction, for freedom is my food also and love is the bowl that carries it. ____________________________to Bruce 6.10.01 |
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Waiting for my deck to vibrate with his graceful step, waiting for his dingley dongley in his cheerful melodic voice, waiting for his lips, his arms, the love that never comes. Osho said waiting is meditating. Feels more like dying. __________________for Bruce, 9.9.2001 THE AUTHOR OF DREAMS "It is a dream, Suranga." Who was it said: "When the prophet says: 'And then I woke' you can stop listening"? For the dream is the reality and the reality is the dream. If I dreamed of my daughter playing in her father's lap, if I held my king in love's embrace, and healed him with surrender, if I walked my path as a woman of power and magic, why should I only listen when I wake up? I hear the true call of my dream, I know the paths of my ancient heart, and alone and virgin, fear them and face them like a hungry tiger in my forest, yearn for them as the destiny of my journey, and all who say nay speak only with words. ___________________3.10.2001 |