Music Master

You that love lovers
This is your home. Welcome.

In the midst of making form, love
made this form that melts form,
With love for the door
Soul the vestibule.

Watch the dust grains moving
In the light near the window

Their dance is our dance

We rarely hear the inward music,
But we're all dancing to it nevertheless
Direct by the one who teaches us. The pure joy of the sun
Our music master

When I am with you we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I cannot go to sleep.
Praise for these two insomnias!
And the diference between then.



Rumi
(Blackberry)

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
"I love thee true.”

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill’s side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!”

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Advise Please......

Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.

thought for the day

I began to understand that self-esteem is not everything.
It is just that there's nothing without it.


Gloria Steinem
American journalist and feminist leader

Quote for the day

Don't listen to everything you think.


Unknown

Quote from New York Times

"People try to learn things in a land of opportunity" - Mr Patel

New York New York weekend weekend - Part 3

Moma magic, magnificant, magnified, miraclous.
The new space is timeless, although not extravagant.

Integrity
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