Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The Devil's Tool
Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000168 EndHTML:0000001704 StartFragment:0000000698 EndFragment:0000001687 The Devil's Tool My heart was strangely warmed today. Was it you, beloved? No matter! Perhaps we have not met yet... in the flesh. No matter. The sun warmed my face, today. Was it You, Beloved? No matter. I felt your Love I want to touch you in the flesh. No matter! My heart spoke with grace today. Was it you sweet lover? No matter! Our love making is full; complete. No matter. © 2008 Shamsujim
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Monday, November 3, 2008
By the Fire
By the Fire I sat by the fire, my offenses burning in its heated glow. I sat in peace and heartfelt joy watching mute ya shakur for the beauty of your soul.
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Sunday, November 2, 2008
Peace Is Power
Peace Is Power I surrender for the sake of on behalf of powerful peace. Like the Sun painting clouds at sunset, Shams watches in holy awe: You are my perfect setting sun. © 2008 Shamsuddin
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Friday, October 31, 2008
Precious Moments
These Moments Are Too Precious These moments are too precious to waste in unspoken, broken expectations. Your soul is disappointed that you would think so small. So is mine. Shams only knows this love he has for you. All else is just a broken dream. My apology is constant, given already for every disappointment I might ever trigger in you. My love is ever present rising above every hurt, I or you, might ever create. My sadness is this: That having pledged to one another, we could waste even one...
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Silence
Be with people in silence; don't spend precious time and energy in idle talk. Eat in silence; work in silence. God loves silence. - Paramahansa Yogananda, `Spiritual Diary' Silence Shams can no longer speak; mutes are needed for this day. Silence is the sound of the hollow reed before the flute is played. All the melodies of all the songs live first, in that silent womb. Shams is content to sing a wordless note plucked in Love from silent longing's hand. Rejoice in the wordless symphony that...
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