Monthly Archives: December 2016

Happy Now Years… The History of Now.

Posted on December 31, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

O’, such romance, this fickle affair with time. But imagine if every day were New Years Eve; were we to dutifully absorb a moment of wistful reflection at morning awoken or before closing our eyes at night. Think about it. … Continue reading →

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Precisely Enough

Posted on December 24, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

When I do not have You I endure, Yet, I’d break were You only mine Without You I depart When I’m with You, I arrive. If I am kissing You, I cannot hear Your words. When we are done kissing, … Continue reading →

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Long Sweet Solitude

Posted on December 24, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

O’ long sweet solitude beside You and if not with You, then surrounding the thought of, If not the thought, then within the vast lingering emptiness that only Your limitless essence could leave. I melt and pour myself into Your … Continue reading →

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Shebi-Arus: Rumi’s Wedding Night (Khamosh)

Posted on December 18, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

Khamush (Silence) (Jelal-a-din Rumi) “Carry your baggage toward silence: when you seek the signs of the Way, don’t make yourself the focus of attention. The Prophet said, “Know that amid the sea of cares my Companions are like guiding stars.” … Continue reading →

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Mysterious Depths

Posted on December 14, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

There are page-empty days that I do not wish to draw you, in charcoal or yellow or write of you, or kiss you, or make love to you; or to sing beside you about lost treasure, or to hear you, … Continue reading →

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Waiting for the Spider to Return

Posted on December 14, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

Planet earth is a garden forest skyline. I stick my face in its bosom often. It is a sea of foaming white caps, and a buzzing hive of fuzzy bodied bees; a pile of empty paint cans and half buried … Continue reading →

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