Metropolis *spooned* me 2 2

[BlowUpTheMoon]

 

80%

[Pitboss]

Just cracked my first cerveza,when does this shindig start?

 

[aunt agatha-migration]

friends, the temple awaits us.

 

gather your faith and courage. trust in the loving universe.

 

if you've brought beer or wine or bud or mushrooms...

 

 

[aunt agatha-migration]

let's enjoy ourselves tonight

[Ditch Fahrenheit]

[aunt agatha-migration]

before we torch the temple...

[Ditch Fahrenheit]

I think I want my money back...

[aunt agatha-migration]

Cast off all shame,

and sell yourself

in the marketplace;

then alone

can you hope

to reach the lord.

 

Cymbals in hand,

a veena upon my shoulder,

I go about; who dares to stop me?

 

The pallav of my sari

falls away (A scandal!);

yet will I enter

the crowded marketplace

without a thought.

 

Mani says, My Lord,

I have become a slut

to reach your home

 

 

Vilas Sarang

[aunt agatha-migration]

i'm being censored. i posted a beautiful and loving poem. it has been pulled.

[thirdgreenham]

I feel pulled.

[aunt agatha-migration]

moderators, please join us.

[TheLiamSturgess]

Me too...

 

Write it in French. I read French.

[aunt agatha-migration]

O my Lord,

 

if I worship you

from fear of hell, burn me in hell.

 

If I worship you

from hope of Paradise, bar me from its gates.

 

But if I worship you

for yourself alone, grant me then the beauty of your Face.

 

rabi'a (717-801)

[aunt agatha-migration]

Taoist Master In Mountains

 

You've brushed your hair

a thousand strokes;

but your gaunt face shows

you've been eating grain.

 

You raise crane chicks

to full maturity;

plant seeds

to grow tall pines.

 

A Taoist concoction simmers

through the night;

a cold stream pounds

through the day.

 

Never far from this

secluded place,

what people of the world

could ever find you?

 

Chia Tao (779-843)

 

[Junkdrawer]

forestdrama = belly button lint

[Aces]

[aunt agatha-migration]

it sounds like we are getting ready.

[aunt agatha-migration]

those who have torches, light them.

[aunt agatha-migration]

From the mind

of a single, long vine,

one hundred opening lives.

 

Chiyo;-ni (1703-1775)

[aunt agatha-migration]

my friends, do not fear the temple. the gods and goddesses will stand with us.