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When soul rises
Into lips
You feel the kiss
You have wanted
Rumi
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- I am infused with you.
- There is no other.
- In the gentle wind,
- On the petal of your motion,
- You wrapped me
- like some child needing sleep.
- I slept
- and woke.
- And from the dormant lake bed,
- I crawled through your lips
- and felt the moistness of your
heart.
- Resting on your tongue,
- well before words,
- I tasted Love.
- Here,
- the lake was full.
- And we swam,
- floating on the many layers.
- Quenched,
- You washed the dust from my
feet,
- letting the moment dissolve
into water,
- blessing the ground where we
had stood.
- Infused with You,
- breathing in the sage,
- (Oh! the wisdom of the
Exhale!)
- We sat
- Throned,
- like the Tulips,
- regal and elegant,
- but bowing to the gentle wind.
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JoJo Doig
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Sept 11, 1999
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Tulips bloom/dt>
Too much fun
To miss this
Cynthia Liuska
Sept. 1999
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"Among the most beloved of garden flowers, the
Tulip is possible the only flower in history to have inspired
mass hysteria; seventeen century Holland experienced in the
infamous Tulipomania craze, when speculation in Tulip bulbs raged out of control
for several years."
Quote from the book "Tulips"
Friedman/ Fairfax Publishers
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Hands clasp
In the delicate fleshes
that are separated only by skin |
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I feel your pulse, same as my own
In the
world of my closed eyes
I feel hands touch me
painting love into my form
My sight opens out of this dream
eyes awakening as if an egg unfolding,
Anew with vision
A woman, welcomed to sit in your throne,
Cries underneath your touch
Spirit of angels
You give and she joins
You all roar, all sing
As one heart |
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Jaykub Young
- Tulip Temple Guest,
Burning Man 1999
"The garden's fire with joyful blaze.
Oh, tulips
in the morning rays."
Ralph
Waldo Emerson
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