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GIFT OF CREATION Love gives of itself: A bestowal of elation. Nothing is given that is not the gift of creation. Any other gift is a taking, a coming and going. Yet how to fill a vessel that is overflowing? Spirit creates both cup and water. Both of the same substance, one to hold the other: And so it is with abundance, the gift is received one soul to another and both are freed. Eric (sent By Wynn Manners) |
| Other Links | WHAT KIND OF DEAL IS? Goodness, this morning's Light opened its hands to me. A Goddess of Giving has gone and given His Voice back to Me! God gave me a palm frond and then He waved it back at Me! Palming like Springwater, my Palm-Friend, my Palm-Frond from God, I poem out this Heart once again... It flows from my Dark-Heart of the Adorable One, a river of sweet tears streaming as an Ocean into a Sea of One, A Sluice-Gate of Golden Laughter has begun to run free! Ripped-open like Faraji, a Heart torn open in Joy! That's the Gifted Severing of Two-toned tongues, the Blessing of this Play Being made today, OUR Way. The way of falling into the Well of Nothing and Nowhere, and Seeing and Being Everything and Everywhere, at Once! Begin the Dance of Love again, Begin the Lover's Happy-Hearted, just like a Shams-Deer darting towards Water again, Begin to Begin the Kiss of Love's Heart-Place, Oh, do it again! Do IT ALL over, and over again! My Beautiful, Dark, Sparkling, River-Overflowing, Friend-Friend! Slip into my Soul-Skin, and Kiss the Love-Friend! Again, and Again, and always this Beginning to End. Ending all beginning and begin-end with this - This Love Will Open Our World! From this Dark Glowing One we can See the Land of HEARTLIGHT! Heart's Light is the Hope in our Fine-Wine Mind, SweetWine, Sweet ViningMindWine, a HeartWine, O! LoveWine, O Mine! Oh Love! O! Love! Drink this I, Eye this why into just Because, just Be-Cause... BeCause of You, BeCause Of Love, Just Be the Cause of Love. Love's own little clause with God. I Am That kind of Clause, stuck into the Heart of the Text, the last testament to Love, the Will left for Wealth. I leave Poverty for all who would know this Love. It Empties out all pockets, all bills of sale, all hand-outs, all hot soup for free, All Hope of ever surviving THIS Love, this little firestorm. But it is Free. For a price, the price of this Rumi-told Taste, well, of course! "The price of Kissing is Your Life!" Love, Mazie [Lane] April 7, 2002 |