Hope It hovers in dark cornersbefore the lights are turned on,it shakes sleep from its eyesand drops from mushroom gills,it explodes in the starry heads of dandelions turned sages,it sticks to the wings of green angels that sail from the tops of maples.It sprouts in each occluded eye of the many-eyed potato,it lives in each earthworm segmentsurviving cruelty,it is the motion that runs the tail of a dog,it is the mouth that inflates the lungsof the child that has just been born.
It is the singular gift we cannot destroy in ourselves,the argument that refutes death,the genius that invents the future,all we know of God. It is the serum which makes us swear not to betray one another;it is in this poem, trying to speak. ~ Lisel Mueller ~
(Alive Together: New and Selected Poems)
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Last year , I bought a cordless phone with a built- in answering machine. Great , I thought, convenient, no wires getting all tangled up. Recently my doctor and shrink , had me fill in a questionnaire and averted me to the dangers of cordless phones. He'd noticed that there was a connection between cordless phones and mental/ phsyical health. I slept on this question for 2 weeks before I finally unplugged my cordless phone.
Check this link :
http://www.tetrawatch.net/science/dect.php
My dilema now - what do I do with it ? Conscience doesn't allow me to sell it and these things need to be diposed of properly!
ON A DAY WHEN THE WIND IS PERFECT -- RumiOn a day when the wind is perfect,the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.Today is such a day.
My eyes are like the sun that makes promises;the promise of lifethat it always keeps
each morning.
The living heart gives to us as does that luminous sphere,both caress the earth with greattenderness.
This is a breeze that can enter the soul.This love I know plays a drum. Arms move around me;who can contain their self before my beauty?
Peace is wonderful,but ecstatic dance is more fun, and less narcissistic; gregarious He makes our lips.
On a day when the wind is perfect,the sail just needs to openand the love starts.
Today is such a day.
~ Rumi ~
