Monday, January 3, 2011

one kiss




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I asked for one kiss.  You gave me six.
Who was teacher is now student.
Things good and generous take form in me,
and the air is clear.
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There is a strange frenzy in my head,
of birds flying,
each particle circulating on its own.
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Is the one I love everywhere?
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We take long trips.
We puzzle over the meaning of a painting or a book,
when what we are wanting to see and understand in this world,
we are that.
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~ Rumi
from the big red book
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