Verses To Eat Popcorn To

  She rises each morning to the call of her mother A woman who dreams for and empowers her Who clothes and feeds her She rises at school to the voice of her teacher A woman who moulds and emboldens her Who informs and instructs her She rises at the office to the orders of her senior A woman who tasks and trains her Who enlightens her and develops her She rises in the evening to the chatter of her family Women who share with and care with her Who cook and who clean with her She rises in the night to the touch of her husband A man who demands from and dares her Who cares for and loves her She rises in hope that each day she will hear Of women living more equally and happily than her Women living with hope and not fear

 Another Rumi Snippet. I love it because it reminds me very much of where I am. Because of your love, i have broken with my past. My longing for you keeps me in this moment. ~Rumi~

This isn't really a poem I suppose, but Rumi is a favorite of mine. I always find him uplifting. I'll be posting snippets as I find them. Your body is away from me But there is a window open From my heart to yours. ~Rumi~

 As the cold winter sun is setting Thoughts flow about all you've done. Justify to yourself that you did your best And this was actually a battle you've won. Weigh your deeds on the justice scale Praying the good outweighs the bad. Hope that you are remembered kindly Making more folks happy than sad. Remember all the kindnesses Wander through all of the tears. You've said your final goodbyes Now close your eyes and rest without fear. Your body has finally failed you None can last forever. It carried you through your adventures Now let it go altogether. All must face this trial alone None can go together But she waits for you over there Young, fresh, and dancing in the heather. You won't be remembered The future won't give you glory. Your memories will only arise When your sons remember your story. The cold wind is howling as you close your eyes Obscuring the movement, paying the toll Go now in peace old warrior, The universe has reclaimed your soul.

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Another one I have no idea where I found but have kept. Definitely not mine. I called to you in my sleep But you weren't there An empty space  Beside me I look for you When I dream But I never find you So you lay there imagining my hand on you my fingers digging into your flesh mingling our scents into one drawing you to me nearer and nearer As my lips trace a fiery trail down your neck I hope you understand  that my heart is in your hand I don't like where you're headed  Don't squeeze it just because you want your dress scarletted

I'm not sure where I found this at, or if someone I know wrote it. But it definitely is not mine. I simply found it beautiful and am sharing. Let me write on your back with my fingers on your skin  as you lie over me. Let me feel the warmth of  your breath and the softness  of your skin. Let me look in your eyes and know that you crave me  as much as I do. Let me understand that we will never let go of each other. Let me realize that you're  the very meaning of my life. Let me realize that my life from now on is not just an empty dream. Let me make you understand that you're the best thing that ever happens to me.