lend_me_your_light emmi "...your lights are all lit--then where do you go with your lamp? My house is all dark and lonesome--lend me your light." (rabindranath tagore) 050404 ... :) * The_Graces_from_heaven * ...Water_droplet... Amen. 050404 ... unhinged tonglen powha 050404 ... Pope ... 050404 ... * Pope_John_Paul_II * 050404 ... mon uow little_star_window 050404 ... emmi On the slope of the desolate river among tall grasses I asked her, `Maiden, where do you go shading your lamp with your mantle? My house is all dark and lonesome---lend me your light!' she raised her dark eyes for a moment and looked at my face through the dusk. `I have come to the river,' she said, `to float my lamp on the stream when the daylight wanes in the west.' I stood alone among tall grasses and watched the timid flame of her lamp uselessly drifting in the tide. In the silence of gathering night I asked her, `Maiden, your lights are all lit---then where do you go with your lamp? My house is all dark and lonesome---lend me your light.' She raised her dark eyes on my face and stood for a moment doubtful. `I have come,' she said at last, `to dedicate my lamp to the sky.' I stood and watched her light uselessly burning in the void. In the moonless gloom of midnight I ask her, `Maiden, what is your quest, holding the lamp near your heart? My house is all dark and lonesome---lend me your light.' She stopped for a minute and thought and gazed at my face in the dark. `I have brought my light,' she said, `to join the carnival of lamps.' I stood and watched her little lamp uselessly lost among lights. (Rabindranath Tagore...Gitanjali) 051214 ... TROUBLESUM ...and i will give you my dark 051214 ... pete just a blanket in the night, waking from a nightmare and rolling over into silent, waiting arms. the cold flees from our space, from our time, as isolated and sporatic as it is. as separated as we are, now by an ocean, then and again by commitments and sanity. just a blanket for the soul, waking from a dreamfilled sleep and rolling over into a warm, welcoming kiss. the cold flees from our space, from our time, as final and beautiful as it is. as united as we are, now by a snow flower, then and again by one of those sleepy dreams. though days pass in form, lacking distinction highlights peer through memory. eye contact and observation evolving to smiles and changes. changes and hours dissolved. i pull the memory of her embrace around me, i breath in to hold the shivers, and i know, i believe, i feel the flower blooming. 051215 ... rage lend me your light to give depth to this room for this feeling wont leave and these sheets feel cold and i need you like love when im feeling alone so let me glow like your warmth without leaving you drained just to lick up my wounds and make easy my pain 060211 ... solana i cannot see for the darkness 060211 what's it to you? who go blather from