It is time to kindle the fire....
Too much busy-ness. Too much logic. Too much serious contemplation.
Bring in passion.
It will be valentine's day in but a couple of days....and I have not forgotten our little love fest. So get comfy, rest your weary head, and invite the sirens of passion to carry you to another realm.
Here are some passion poems for your pleasure.
This first poem was written in the 9th century by Ono no Komachi
"I long for him most
during those long moonless nights.
I lie awake, hot
the growing fires of passion
bursting, blazing in my heart."
I really love this one as well...
This was written by Izumi Shikibu during the same time period:
" My black hair tangled
as my own tangled thoughts
I lie here alone,
dreaming of one who has gone,
who stroked my hair till it shone."
This one is by Ikky Sojun
"At midnight, your face in a dream brings a sigh.
Ch'us love pavilion was long ago and far away.
But like a blossom on the flowering plum,
sweet narcissus blooms between your thighs."
Oh yes...i do so like that imagery...sweet narcissus.
Just one more for now...
This one is by Kabir
"Sometimes, everywhere I look,
O my love, I see your radiant face.
With you ever present,
how could I close my eyes to anything?"
I wonder if I love that one the best. So simple yet full of life. Love is like that isn't it?...an opening to the world. All at once the heart opens to sparkling clarity. Colors are more vibrant and true. The world is a ripe and succulent peach tinged with morning rain sweetness.
Too much busy-ness. Too much logic. Too much serious contemplation.
Bring in passion.
It will be valentine's day in but a couple of days....and I have not forgotten our little love fest. So get comfy, rest your weary head, and invite the sirens of passion to carry you to another realm.
Here are some passion poems for your pleasure.
This first poem was written in the 9th century by Ono no Komachi
"I long for him most
during those long moonless nights.
I lie awake, hot
the growing fires of passion
bursting, blazing in my heart."
I really love this one as well...
This was written by Izumi Shikibu during the same time period:
" My black hair tangled
as my own tangled thoughts
I lie here alone,
dreaming of one who has gone,
who stroked my hair till it shone."
This one is by Ikky Sojun
"At midnight, your face in a dream brings a sigh.
Ch'us love pavilion was long ago and far away.
But like a blossom on the flowering plum,
sweet narcissus blooms between your thighs."
Oh yes...i do so like that imagery...sweet narcissus.
Just one more for now...
This one is by Kabir
"Sometimes, everywhere I look,
O my love, I see your radiant face.
With you ever present,
how could I close my eyes to anything?"
I wonder if I love that one the best. So simple yet full of life. Love is like that isn't it?...an opening to the world. All at once the heart opens to sparkling clarity. Colors are more vibrant and true. The world is a ripe and succulent peach tinged with morning rain sweetness.
7 comments:
Oh my... when I am in that "mood", I will be back and post. (smile).
Jim :)
dropped by from lori's blog. Read a few of your posts. Will definitely come visit again.
lee
Not bad, but my love poems (I'm told) are the most passionate. I am a passionate person, about eveything I love.
Passion around my house needs some seriou CPR. I'll take a stab at it this Valentine's Day but I think it will still be elusive. Sigh...
I am a first time visitor and I have to say that the blog is inspiring. Although this isn't exactly on topic I want to say that one of the most influential professors I have ever known has MS. That man taught me more in 2 semesters than the rest of my college career. My hat is off to him, and to you for the wonderful blog.
I do luuuv the passion.
ee cummings writes some great passionate poems.
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