The Most Alive Moment
The most living moment comes when
those who love each other meet each
other's eyes and in what flows
between them then. To see your face
in a crowd of others, or alone on a
frightening street, I weep for that.
Our tears improve the earth. The
time you scolded me, your gratitude,
your laughing, always your qualities
increase the soul. Seeing you is a
wine that does not muddle or numb.
We sit inside the cypress shadow
where amazement and clear thought
twine their slow growth into us.
-Rumi
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The Most Alive Moment
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 2/13/2011 09:02:00 PM 0 comments
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
another poem
poem-oct 2010
the milky way blooms
stars are born and die
my universe unravels
within his eyes
unlimited possibilities
reflecting back at me
cosmic pools
infinity
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 2/02/2011 07:08:00 PM 0 comments
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