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  • William Burns
    Just At This Moment There is a time in the morning When the birds just go nuts All of them singing at once And I never knew of this time Till . . . I can see
    Message 1 of 4 , Aug 2, 2007
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      Just At This Moment

      There is a time in the morning
      When the birds just go nuts
      All of them singing at once
      And I never knew of this time
      Till . . .

      I can see her in the morning
      She has left the window open
      And my mother always said
      ‘Close the window at night
      Or you’ll catch your death.’
      But she has left the window open
      And I can not see what she has caught

      Through the open window
      I can see color fading back into the world
      Fading back into the room
      Into her face
      And a single bell tolls
      A tiny silver sound
      The sound of the Beloved

      And I can see
      That she Loves too much
      That she is standing there
      Dancing in her mind
      Singing without words
      Totally immersed and consumed
      She is the Love Song
      And only the Love Song

      There is a time in the morning
      When the birds just go nuts
      All of them singing at once
      And I never knew of this time
      Till . . .

      She will not hear
      The diminutive notes of the tiny song
      I sing
      Written by a Poet
      Who wore his wound like a Lady’s token
      Who wore his broken heart
      out
      Written by a Poet
      of aching and longing
      Just for me
      Just for her
      Just at this moment
      This time in the morning
      When the birds just go nuts
      All of them singing at once
      And I never knew of this time
      Till . . .
      I Loved her


      --- Anna Ruiz <kailashana@...> wrote:

      >
      >
      > DESIRE
      >
      >
      >
      >
      >
      > i.
      >
      >
      >
      > So what of Desire I asked the sun
      >
      > the moon answered in silence and silver
      >
      > so what of desire I asked the moon
      >
      > the stars answered in light and black holes
      >
      > so what of Desire I asked the Light and its
      >
      > absence
      >
      > the earth answered in a greening of all things
      >
      > so what of Desire I asked the green earth
      >
      > the ocean answered in waves of infinity
      >
      > so what of desire I asked the ocean spray
      >
      > No-One
      >
      > answered.
      >
      >
      >
      >
      >
      > ii.
      >
      >
      >
      > I, who am Nothing wanted Something
      >
      > Being
      >
      > I, who am Being wanted Knowledge
      >
      > This
      >
      > I, who am This wanted Love
      >
      > Knowing
      >
      > I, who am Knowing wanted
      >
      > You
      >
      >
      >
      > Desire
      >
      >
      >
      >
      >
      > iii.
      >
      >
      >
      > and desire turned back on itself, inside-out
      >
      > and hunted and humiliated
      >
      > and scathed me with
      >
      > burning flesh and serpent tongues
      >
      > tongues of death
      >
      > removed all traces
      >
      > of humanness
      >
      > and god-ness was born
      >
      >
      >
      > I fell on my knees, hands in every form
      >
      > of prayer
      >
      > and begged God
      >
      > take This away from me
      >
      > my cup runneth over
      >
      >
      >
      > I love too much
      >
      >
      >
      > and
      >
      >
      >
      >
      >
      > I was given Wings.
      >
      >
      >
      >
      >
      > iv.
      >
      >
      >
      > the morning breaks through in birdsong
      >
      > my windows are open
      >
      > colours appear in daylight
      >
      > purple majesty, blue light, tangelo meeting
      >
      > new and far horizons
      >
      > I meet the Beloved
      >
      > a single bell tolls
      >
      > as if a dirge for one last answer
      >
      > Here
      >
      > I lose myself completely
      >
      > and become the Love Song
      >
      > I sing
      >
      > in words written by a Poet
      >
      > whose heart is broken
      >
      > whose words are written in melodies
      >
      > of aching and longing
      >
      >
      >
      > whose arms are dangling
      >
      > whose hands are trembling
      >
      > whose fingers ooze the blood of
      >
      > having held close a very sharp blade
      >
      > to the jugular of rhythm and remembrance
      >
      >
      >
      > of intertwined arms and legs, lips,
      >
      > breasts and sacred parts of female and male
      >
      > of
      >
      > Divine Sex,
      >
      > --
      >
      >
      >
      > Tantra Drinks Us
      >
      >
      >
      > ----- Original Message -----
      > From: William Burns
      > To: poetry_speaks@yahoogroups.com
      > Sent: Wednesday, August 01, 2007 8:23 AM
      > Subject: [poetry_speaks] Desire
      >
      >
      > Desire
      >
      > She ran through the streets
      > Still wet with the tears of the night sky
      > In a dream of steel and glass
      >
      > She flew through the forest
      > Beyond the outskirts of town
      > The rain called for her to stop
      > But still she ran
      >
      === message truncated ===


      Quixotic as ever


      William C. Burns, Jr.
      Millennium Artist
      matrix437@...



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    • hasrat hazeen
      Hi William very very ecellent response, hazeen hasrat William Burns wrote: Just At This Moment There is a time in the morning When the
      Message 2 of 4 , Aug 2, 2007
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        Hi William
         
           very very ecellent response,
         
        hazeen hasrat

        William Burns <matrix437@...> wrote:
        Just At This Moment

        There is a time in the morning
        When the birds just go nuts
        All of them singing at once
        And I never knew of this time
        Till . . .

        I can see her in the morning
        She has left the window open
        And my mother always said
        ‘Close the window at night
        Or you’ll catch your death.’
        But she has left the window open
        And I can not see what she has caught

        Through the open window
        I can see color fading back into the world
        Fading back into the room
        Into her face
        And a single bell tolls
        A tiny silver sound
        The sound of the Beloved

        And I can see
        That she Loves too much
        That she is standing there
        Dancing in her mind
        Singing without words
        Totally immersed and consumed
        She is the Love Song
        And only the Love Song

        There is a time in the morning
        When the birds just go nuts
        All of them singing at once
        And I never knew of this time
        Till . . .

        She will not hear
        The diminutive notes of the tiny song
        I sing
        Written by a Poet
        Who wore his wound like a Lady’s token
        Who wore his broken heart
        out
        Written by a Poet
        of aching and longing
        Just for me
        Just for her
        Just at this moment
        This time in the morning
        When the birds just go nuts
        All of them singing at once
        And I never knew of this time
        Till . . .
        I Loved her

        --- Anna Ruiz <kailashana@cox. net> wrote:

        >
        >
        > DESIRE
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        > i.
        >
        >
        >
        > So what of Desire I asked the sun
        >
        > the moon answered in silence and silver
        >
        > so what of desire I asked the moon
        >
        > the stars answered in light and black holes
        >
        > so what of Desire I asked the Light and its
        >
        > absence
        >
        > the earth answered in a greening of all things
        >
        > so what of Desire I asked the green earth
        >
        > the ocean answered in waves of infinity
        >
        > so what of desire I asked the ocean spray
        >
        > No-One
        >
        > answered.
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        > ii.
        >
        >
        >
        > I, who am Nothing wanted Something
        >
        > Being
        >
        > I, who am Being wanted Knowledge
        >
        > This
        >
        > I, who am This wanted Love
        >
        > Knowing
        >
        > I, who am Knowing wanted
        >
        > You
        >
        >
        >
        > Desire
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        > iii.
        >
        >
        >
        > and desire turned back on itself, inside-out
        >
        > and hunted and humiliated
        >
        > and scathed me with
        >
        > burning flesh and serpent tongues
        >
        > tongues of death
        >
        > removed all traces
        >
        > of humanness
        >
        > and god-ness was born
        >
        >
        >
        > I fell on my knees, hands in every form
        >
        > of prayer
        >
        > and begged God
        >
        > take This away from me
        >
        > my cup runneth over
        >
        >
        >
        > I love too much
        >
        >
        >
        > and
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        > I was given Wings.
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        > iv.
        >
        >
        >
        > the morning breaks through in birdsong
        >
        > my windows are open
        >
        > colours appear in daylight
        >
        > purple majesty, blue light, tangelo meeting
        >
        > new and far horizons
        >
        > I meet the Beloved
        >
        > a single bell tolls
        >
        > as if a dirge for one last answer
        >
        > Here
        >
        > I lose myself completely
        >
        > and become the Love Song
        >
        > I sing
        >
        > in words written by a Poet
        >
        > whose heart is broken
        >
        > whose words are written in melodies
        >
        > of aching and longing
        >
        >
        >
        > whose arms are dangling
        >
        > whose hands are trembling
        >
        > whose fingers ooze the blood of
        >
        > having held close a very sharp blade
        >
        > to the jugular of rhythm and remembrance
        >
        >
        >
        > of intertwined arms and legs, lips,
        >
        > breasts and sacred parts of female and male
        >
        > of
        >
        > Divine Sex,
        >
        > --
        >
        >
        >
        > Tantra Drinks Us
        >
        >
        >
        > ----- Original Message -----
        > From: William Burns
        > To: poetry_speaks@ yahoogroups. com
        > Sent: Wednesday, August 01, 2007 8:23 AM
        > Subject: [poetry_speaks] Desire
        >
        >
        > Desire
        >
        > She ran through the streets
        > Still wet with the tears of the night sky
        > In a dream of steel and glass
        >
        > She flew through the forest
        > Beyond the outskirts of town
        > The rain called for her to stop
        > But still she ran
        >
        === message truncated ===

        Quixotic as ever

        William C. Burns, Jr.
        Millennium Artist
        matrix437@yahoo. com

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