Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
Friday, September 27, 2013
Rumi
You came suddenly shook me from my sleep and vanished.
In my heart you rose like the moon
but as I glanced at you, you disappeared.
Having had a glimpse of Your garden,
I have no more the patience to endure my existence.
One sip of Your intoxicating wine
has left me lovesick and full of longing.
Can a house stand when its foundations have been shaken?
On the path of love, there are many highs and lows
many unions and separations.
Oh how endless seems to me the journey
to that wondrous place where my passion draws me.
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