Song
A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
Stand off among the rushes.
There are the mud-flowers of dialect
And the immortelles of perfect pitch
And that moment when the bird sings very close
To the music of what happens.
~ Seamus Heaney
posted by Jenny @ 3:28 PM
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Hi Jenny, apart from the fact that I love your combinations of pictures and poetry, as I have told you before. I just wanted to let you know that I am very pleased to see you back on B.L. and, I don't know if that has anything to do with my return there, or is just a fabulous piece of synchronicity. Anyway, just in case you didn' know, there is a very strong karmic connection between "Easygoingmystic" and Grego .. almost a reincarnation one could say!
I'm pretty sure G.B. knows and I think he doesn't really mind,perhaps he's secretly pleased? .. Anyway it's a way for me to go back without arguments or him "losing face". I hope it lasts.
I left a comment on your latest post .. don't you dare stop breathing .. or even think about it. The world needs sensitive souls like you, with that wonderful Libran gift for aesthetic expression.Don't let your sensitivity become an opening to too much pain.
Muslims, and especially sufis, know that everything comes from God or Allah .. and that includes the good the bad and the ugly as well as the beautiful.
There is a lovely saying of the Prophet's (peace be upon him) "God is The Beautiful and He loves beauty."
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