Song Of The Reed
…I want a heart that is torn open with longing
so that I might share the pain of this love
Whoever has been parted from his source
longs to return to that state of union. Rumi
Monthly Archives: August 2012
Sept 8th Performance with Kaoru and Helen
Fringe
A Falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.
Two gulls drift slowly up the river.Vulnerable while they ride the wind,
they coast and glide with ease.Dew is heavy on the grass below,
the spider’s web is ready.Heaven’s ways include the human:
among the sorrows, I stand alone.
Tu Fu 712-770