“Your light is more magnificent than sunrise or sunset” — Rumi
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add color to my sunset sky.” ― Rabindranath Tagore
sunset
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Love is All
Yanni
Was raining in my heart
Falling deep inside of me
Drowning in my soul
This silence rushes over me
I am breath against this fire
And I will not turn away
I’m waiting for time to carry me
Like a tempest to the sea
Standing strong
Watching over
Love will keep me believing
through the dark, can you hear me calling
Holding on when I’m dreaming
Love is all, Love is all
Thundering on high
Love was all I knew before I fell
And now the shots of man
Are echoing inside myself
I am breath against this fire
And I will not turn away
I’m waiting for time to carry me
Like a tempest to the sea
Standing strong
Watching over
Sunset
Rainer Maria Rilke
“Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-
leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.
“An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.” -- Hafiz
Down the Bayou
The cypress swamp around me wraps its spell,
With hushing sounds in moss-hung branches there,
Like congregations rustling down to prayer,
While Solitude, like some unsounded bell,
Hangs full of secrets that it cannot tell,
And leafy litanies on the humid air
Intone themselves, and on the tree-trunks bare
The scarlet lichen writes her rubrics well.
The cypress-knees take on them marvellous shapes
Of pygmy nuns, gnomes, goblins, witches, fays,
The vigorous vine the withered gum-tree drapes,
Across the oozy ground the rabbit plays,
The moccasin to jungle depths escapes,
And through the gloom the wild deer shyly gaze.
– Mary Ashley Townsend
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add color to my sunset sky. — Rabindranath Tagore
Maverick Mist 