A Tautology of Bits and pieces

Ords roll into me from distant shore
Bringing tythes that touch the core
Smartingly they hear the eye
That fell lovingly from you and I
Oh dear was her cry
How do we curve this tumultuous wave
Into humanities stone cold cave
Igniting its very heart
Opening every part
Bare and borne aware
Naked to the inner art
When will it come
When will it be
Lost to forever
Without our sight or sound
Made one with me as I with thee are one
Waked into the renovation of trust
CdB 2011

Conversations we sometimes have

Deep into the darkened night

Of meanings and reasoned plight

As each one a part to play

Weather or not we see another day

From the finest skirts of a dafodil

To the marking of a score nil nil

Those quiet words whisper still

Embed themselves along those lines

Possibly from another time

With girds and forecasts

There is always a laugh a last

And two dear Feminines

To punctuate the cast

Simplistic lines of note

Emotionally charged to coat

CdB 2011

The Journey

Come, seek, for search is the foundation of fortune:
every success depends upon focusing the heart.
Unconcerned with the business of the world,
keep saying with all your soul, "Ku, ku," like the dove.
Consider this well, o you whom worldliness veils,
God has tied "invocation" to "I will answer."
When weakness is cleared from your heart,
your prayer will reach the glorious Lord.
[III, 2302-5]

Rumi

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Even though you're not equipped,
keep searching:
equipment isn't necessary on the way to the Lord.
Whoever you see engaged in search,
become her friend and cast your head in front of her,
for choosing to be a neighbor of seekers,
you become one yourself;
protected by conquerors,
you will yourself learn to conquer.
If an ant seeks the rank of Solomon,
don't smile contemptuously upon its quest.
Everything you possess of skill, and wealth and handicraft,
wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?
[III, 1445-49]Rumi

 I was born one mornin', The rain a-pourin' down, Heard my mammy say to my pappy,"Let's call him John Henry Brown." Walk on, boy; walk on down the road; Ain't nobody in this whole wide world A-gonna help you carry your load.
Walk on Boy

Thanks to life, which has given me so much. 
It gave me two beams of light, that when opened, 
Can perfectly distinguish black from white.
And in the sky above, her starry backdrop, 
And from within the multitude The one that I love.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me an ear that, in all of its width Records- 
night and day-crickets and canaries, 
Hammers and turbines and bricks and storms, 
And the tender voice of my beloved.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much. 
It gave me sound and the alphabet.
With them the words that I think and declare: 
"Mother," "Friend," "Brother" and the light shining. 
The route of the soul from which comes love.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much. 
It gave me the ability to walk with my tired feet. 
With them I have traversed cities and puddles 
Valleys and deserts, mountains and plains. 
And your house, your street and your patio.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much. 
It gave me a heart, that causes my frame to shudder, 
When I see the fruit of the human brain, 
When I see good so far from bad, 
When I see within the clarity of your eyes...
Thanks to life, which has given me so much. 
It gave me laughter and it gave me longing. 
With them I distinguish happiness and pain-
The two materials from which my songs are formed,
And your song, as well, which is the same song. 
And everyone's song, which is my very song. 
Thanks to life 
Thanks to life (written by Violeta Parra) 

  Jim Morrisson Far Arden Again

Who are our Friends?

Are they sullen & slow? Do
they have great desire? Or
are they one of the multitude who
walk doubting their impossible
regret. Certainly things happen
& reoccur in continuous promise;
All of us have found a safe
niche where we can store up
riches & talk to our fellows
on the same premise of disaster.

But this will not do. No, this
will never do. There are
continents & shores which
beseech our understanding.
Seldom have we been so slow.
Seldom have we been so far.

My only wish is to see
Far Arden again.

I wish I am a poet 

Carolism

 Ism - is equal to self
Mental - the use of the mind
a - first person
fund - something someone subscribes to ..... = fund a mental ism

then again move the letters 
fun -enjoyment - 
da person singular - 
men - we all know - 
tal - totality - 
i - me - sm - 
The chemical element samarium