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Beauty & The Bull – by Penna

penna — Sat, 08 May 2010 07:00:49 +0000

Beauty & The Bull

When she awakens in the morning, her beauty awakens with her.

Beauty is to the Bull like water is to the body.

It is a necessity one cannot have life without.

Her magical glow covers her like a halo from a ray of sun.

She is his halo.

When the Beauty teases the Bull, it isn’t a red cape…

If I’m the Problem – by Penna

penna — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 18:55:18 +0000

“If I’m the problem, let me start by saying that I’m sorry. As, I do not intend to show you harm.
If I’m the problem, let me find the solution. As, I am a problem-solver.

If I’m the problem, let me clean up my act. As, I only want to reveal Light.

If I’m the problem, let me lighten the darkness. As, by igniting my Eternal Flame in your heart.”

–Penna

From the Dhammapada

penna — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 15:38:01 +0000

The thought manifests as the word;
The word manifests as the deed;
The deed manifests into habit;
And habit hardens into character;
So watch the thought and its ways with care,
And let it spring from love
Born out of concern for all beings….

As the shadow follows the body, as we think, so we become.

- FROM THE DHAMMAPADA
(SAYINGS OF THE BUDDHA)

Oh, Creativity – by Penna

penna — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 07:00:16 +0000

Oh, Creativity rush into me and flood my head with thoughts of love and beautiful iambs to speak.

Work through me like a cool breeze seeping its way from a tiny dark space,

And into a mountain of open air of open awareness.

Let my mouth express words of truth, and let my heart have absolute knowingness.

Let me rise above and fly high – and light…

Quote by Rumi

penna — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 07:00:09 +0000

“Day and night my
only thought is why
I am ignorant of the
states of my heart.
From where have I
come?
And why have I
come?
Where am I headed?
Will you not show
me my home?
How rapturous the
day I fly towards the
Friend’s abode,
beating my wings in
hope
of reaching that
home.”

Rumi

If You Forget Me

penna — Sun, 31 May 2009 07:00:04 +0000

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,

…

A Dream Within A Dream

penna — Sun, 24 May 2009 07:00:54 +0000

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream…