Yom Kippur 5764/Flight

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We all look for God and God is love. As Khalil Gibran puts it:

When you love you should not say, ``God is in my heart,`` but rather, ``I am in the heart of God.`` And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Also: All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of life`s heart.

That was brilliant poetry Kyla, keep it up!!

Cheers
noetherf

addition of wonder in beauty...........simply superp lines....would be glad to hear more from u on cultural scripitures

That last stanza should read:

But the ground just rumbles
and I look for claws and wings
to dig and fly away to you,
my love

To you. Not from you. Just so you know.

This is really Good , hope to hear more from you!!

pretty gud work kyla... thumbs up!

hi there hybird (a.k.a Fazloo),

you continue to amaze me, and me, i`m just a lowly pheasant.

m

as i signed in at chowk i was muttering about the unfairness of not getting my poem published and that maybe the chowk staff might not be all that bright.....and then i read your poems.
now i`m gonna shut up.

kyla:

just a quick note of welcome!

more later

hope you attempt that saqi one

lve

t

You guys rock, thank you!!
Kyla

kyla,
welcome to chowk!
these are such moving poems. the image of victory penitent is very powerful.

glad to see another Pacific Northwesterner in these parts. . .

hope to see more from you.
n~

Kyla

I loved them. You have real talent. Keep writing poetry.

the flight is too good.

however, with your permission i`ll make a little suggestion.

you said,

``but I can follow you
underground and overland, I can follow you.``

however i`m tied down and i can not move... so can`t it be something like...

``but wherever you go
underground or overland
I’m heaved away with you``……………… or something where I’m pulled with him rather then moving myself..

This was just a suggestion, otherwise it’s too good to be true.

Mercy.

If I could love every contour
of your body a thousand times
if I could swim or drown with you
if I could kiss you and one more time
bring this madness to fruition



OHmYGOD..I LOWE IT!

that`s how love should be..unquenchable, insatiable, rooted in space like eternity...
and then i wake up.