You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

In response to the Lebanon-Israel Crisis
A Glance at the Future

From behind the wall of the Present I heard the hymns of humanity. I heard the sounds of the bells announcing the beginning of the prayer in the temple of Beauty. Bells moulded in the metal of emotion and poised above the holy altar—The Human Heart.

 

I saw Friendship strengthened between man and all creatures, and clans of birds and butterflies, confident and secure, winging towards the brooks.

 I saw no poverty; neither did I encounter excess. I saw fraternity and equality among men.

I saw not one physician, for everyone had the means and knowledge to heal himself.

I found no priest, for conscience had become the HIgh Priest. Neither did I see a lawyer, for Nature has taken the place of the court, and treaties of amity and companionship were in force.

 
 I saw that man knew that he is the cornerstone of creation, and that he has raised himself above littleness and baseness and cast off the veil of confusion from the eyes of the soul;

 This soul now reads what the breeze draws on the surface of the water; now understands the meaning of the flower's breath and the cadence of the nightingale.

From behind the wall of the Present, upon the stage of the coming ages, I saw Beauty as a groom and Spirit as a bride, and Life as the ceremonial Night of…..(answered prayers & Love)

I wish there was a way to tell where I have posted in my pods because I lose track of where I have been. 

Anyhow, I just posted in the Beloved's Tea House; another poem, beautifully and simply expressed by Assata Shakur. 

http://pods.zaadz.com/pods_zaadz_com_unityindiversity/discussions/view/14140#31360

By the way, if you happen to be an avid tea drinker like me, you should give this a try. I admit! I was sold by the label. But it was perfect, not too bland, not too sweet.

Buy it! Like it! 

tHis new album was really good to listen to while driving two hours back to the hotel where I left behind my computer's POWER, my breath. 

(Not that you didnt already know) This is just a reminder to keep doing what you do!

 http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2006/07/blogging_is_the.html

 love

breeze