I stand on the sand, and I'm rocking
grief to sleep in my arms.
About Me
- Name: barbara
- Location: hawthorne, now Raleigh, ca, now NC, United States
whoops completely skipped the age of 53!55 years old, bereft and working on recovery...moving forward in the year 2011 now.
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Saturday, September 20, 2003
Rumi:
I've had enough of sleepless nights, of my unspoke grief, of my tired wisdom. Come my treasure, my breath of life come and dress my wounds and be my cure. Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.
You Live Your Life As If It's Real reading bell hooks i learned she and her longtime lover both worshipped "rumi." but i didn't know who "rumi" was...then i click to ray's blog and the first thing to catch my eye is, "Why I Shot Rumi" - so, i haven't read what ray had to say yet, but i did go look up Rumi. sometimes it seems you're supposed to do something, you know?
- posted by barbara @ 9/20/2003 11:17:00 AM
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