>>Dear WDK, you say
>
>> "The whole thing's a disaster; everybody's fuckin' starving!"
>I agree. You can't create a wasteland and hope to nourish love, trust,
>openness. In the last six years, I've had sex once a year...whether I
>needed it or not. Before that I was married to a man who wasn't especially
>interested in sex. But my twenties were lots of fun :)
>
>So, you know what, Happy Valentine's Day! Here's one for today and future
>days from Rumi.
>
>& Peace!
>
>Joanna
>
>EACH NOTE
>
>Advice doesn't help lovers!
>They'e not the kind of mountain stream
>you can build a dam across.
>
>An intellectual doesn't know
>what the drunk is feeling!
>
>Don't try to figure
>what those lost inside love
>will do next!
>
>Someone in charge would give up all his power,
>if he caught one whiff of the wine-musk
>from the room where the lovers
>are doing who-knows-what!
>
>One of them tries to dig a hole through a mountain.
>One flees from academic honors.
>One laughs at famous mustaches!
>
>Life freezes if it doesn't get a taste
>of this almond cake.
> The stars come up spinning
>every night, bewildered in love.
> They'd grow tired
>with that revolving, if they weren't.
> They'd say,
>"How long do we have to do this!"
>
>God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.
>Each note is a need coming through one of us,
>a passion, a longing-pain.
> Remember the lips
>where the wind-breath originated,
>and let your note be clar.
>Don't try to end it.
>Be your note.
>I'll show you how it's enough.
>
>Go up on the roof at night
>in this city of the soul.
>
>Let everyone climb on their roofs
>and sing their notes!
>
>Sing loud!
>
>________________________________________________