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like a vine
winds it’s way deep
into the core
of my being
nourishing me Continue reading
poem
roads and houses
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roads and roads and roads
like veins on trees
like grapevine leaves
we weave
across the land
and over seas
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houses and houses and houses
like snails in shells
like bats in caves
we sleep
on beds of gemstones
touching feet
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a $20 poem about healing the heart
pink and yellow
mr bojangles
earthquakes shaking
the lands
desert trees
quivering singing
mr bojangles so calm
inside while the world
is breaking
all around falling
apart
but not here
two guitars and a violin
a dog
called pretty and flowers
on the table like a scene
from a movie
door’s voice touching
my soul so deep
inside
i’ve been reborn
again today
my skin is still hot
my body
still rocking
i’m in a dream
a dream
in the desert where
many have walked
in my body nude
on this rock
in the sun this
desert feeds my soul
what a magical place
it is
i think we can change
the world
with our love
The Day Sky
The Day Sky
Let us be like
Two falling stars in the day sky.
Let no one know of our sublime beauty
As we hold hands with God
And burn
Into a sacred existence that defies –
That surpasses
Every description of ecstasy
And love.
~ Hafiz
Releasing Through Laughter.
This made my day!
Circle of Love
Tonight we go to that place of eternity.
Come out of the circle of time
And into the circle of love.
~Rumi
Rumi Wisdom
. . .
People want you to be happy.
Don’t keep serving them your pain!
. . .
If you could untie your wings
and free your soul of jealousy,
. . .
you and everyone around you
would fly up like doves.
~ Rumi ~
.. looking for wings
sit down and listen.
I.
You.
He.
She.
We.
.
In the garden of mystic lovers
these are not true distinctions.
.
There’s part of us
that’s like an itch
call it the animal soul
a foolishness
that when we’re in it
we make hundreds of others
around us
itchy
and
there is an intelligent soul
with another desire
more like sweet basil
or the feel of a breeze
listen
and be thankful
even for scolding
that comes from the intelligent soul
it flows out closer to where you
flowed out
but that itchiness
wants to put food in our mouths
that will make us sick
feverish with the aftertaste
of kissing a donkey’s rump
it’s like blackening your robe
against the kettle
without being
anywhere near
a table of companionship
the truth of being human
is an empty table
made of soul intelligence
gradually
reduce what you give
your animal soul
the bread
that after all
overflows
from sunlight
the animal soul itself spilled out
and sprouted from the other
taste more often
what nourishes
your clear light
and you’ll have less use for the smokey oven
you’ll bury that baking equipment
in the ground
.
Rachel Dragonfly 
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