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On what would have been our fourth anniversary.
Oct 31, 2006 15:00
The Knots Untie
Fire is whispering a secret in smoke's (
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panther
October 31 2006, 18:51:54 UTC
Huge hugs
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shakti_lemaris
October 31 2006, 22:50:38 UTC
Hello, love. Blessed Samhain. We missed you this weekend.
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freefloat
November 1 2006, 00:20:12 UTC
I went inside my heart
to see how it was.
Something there makes me hear
the whole world weeping.
Then I went to every city and small town,
searching for someone who could speak wisdom,
but everyone was complaining about love.
That moaning gave me an idea: Go back inside
and find the answer. But I found nothing.
The heart acts as translator between
mystical experience and intelligence.
It has its own inhabitants who do not talk
with someone just wandering through.
And remember that Muhammed said of the place
in human beings we call the heart,
This is what I value.
If I hold you with my emotions,
you'll become a wished-for companion.
If I hold you with my eyes,
you'll grow old and die.
So I hold you where we
both mix with the infinite.
from Say I Am You
So mote it be.
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theoldmac
November 1 2006, 03:42:23 UTC
thoughts
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catpaw67
November 1 2006, 12:30:53 UTC
Many blessings upon you during this season of death and rebirth. You are in my thoughts.
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to see how it was.
Something there makes me hear
the whole world weeping.
Then I went to every city and small town,
searching for someone who could speak wisdom,
but everyone was complaining about love.
That moaning gave me an idea: Go back inside
and find the answer. But I found nothing.
The heart acts as translator between
mystical experience and intelligence.
It has its own inhabitants who do not talk
with someone just wandering through.
And remember that Muhammed said of the place
in human beings we call the heart,
This is what I value.
If I hold you with my emotions,
you'll become a wished-for companion.
If I hold you with my eyes,
you'll grow old and die.
So I hold you where we
both mix with the infinite.
from Say I Am You
So mote it be.
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