
he kissed me (my first kiss)
15 years ago
today
he married me
7 years ago
today
his kiss still makes me blush...
dreams, musings, personal mythology
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, through boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And time even as love is, undivided and spaceless?
But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.
- Kahlil Gibran
When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
- RUMI
I arise today
Through the strength of heaven-
Light of sun,
Radiance of moon,
Splendour of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stability of earth,
Firmness of rock.
- Saint Patrick, Irish morning prayer
"I shall be there to listen to your cries, your sadness. I shall be there to cure your grievances, your misery, your suffering."Mary is, and shall always be, the Mother of all mankind. We must heed Her call to love..."
Marriage is not
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder;
the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn
the edge of the receding glacier
where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far
we are learning to make fire
- "Habitation" by Margaret Atwood (b. 1939)