Poem | by Roy Croft

I found a paper today that had the
following poem on it by Roy Croft.

I thought it quite beautiful.

Perhaps you'll appreciate the
sentiment. I'd say it is a good
representation of what what a
healthy relationship provides
for oneself and his partner.

Apparently there is
a much longer version of the poem.

I love you
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.

I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you for passing over
All my foolish and weak traits
That you can't help but see.

I love you for drawing out
Into the light my beauty
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.

I love you.
 

Take Time | Poem

Here's one person's take on the path of life.

Inherent in each idea are built in assumptions/
connections that worked for the author.

While it may not be comprehensive, or even your
standard, it might give you something to consider.

I especially like the line about play.
I was watching How I Met Your Mother last
night, and there was a scene in which the
characters were talking about "growing up,"
which somehow meant that their life had to
get boring/serious.

Who said one can't be grown up and have fun?
I know I never would!

For me, fun and play are some of life's
essential fuels.

See what you think of his perspectives:

Take time to work, it is the price of success.
Take time to think, it is the source of power.
Take time to play, it is the secret of perpetual youth.
Take time to read, it is the foundation of wisdom.
Take time to worship, it is the highway to reverence.
Take time to be friendly, it is the road to happiness.
Take time to dream, it is hitching your wagon to a star.
Take time to love and be loved, it is the privilege of the gods.
Take time to look around; it is too short a day to be selfish.
Take time to laugh; it is the music of the soul.
- Anon Y Mous Irishman
 

PPS Rumi wrote a poem...

I found out that Rumi wrote a poem that
seems to be what the commercial in the
previous entry is built off of:

Some Hindus have an elephant to show.
No one here has ever seen an elephant.
They bring it at night to a dark room.
One by one, we go in the dark and come out
saying how we experience the animal.
One of us happens to touch the trunk.
"A water-pipe kind of creature."
Another, the ear. "A very strong, always moving
back and forth, fan-animal."
Another, the leg. "I find it still,
like a column on a temple."
Another touches the curved back.
"A leathery throne."
Another, the cleverest, feels the tusk.
"A rounded sword made of porcelain."
He's proud of his description.
Each of us touches one place
and understands the whole in that way.
The palm and the fingers feeling in the dark are
how the senses explore the reality of the elephant.
If each of us held a candle there,
and if we went in together,
we could see it.

Previously I said wasn't sure that
it was possible to see the "whole."

I loved what Rumi said,
"Each of us touches one place
and understands the whole in that way."

So maybe we can understand the
"whole," however it would seem
that what another person believes
to be the "whole" is a whole other
story, and perhaps that is something
to remember and consider as well
when interacting with others and
reacting to what we believe to be
true based on our potentially
limited perspective.

Your thoughts?

Sensual Perspective | A Sensual Poem

I came across this work recently...
and thought it might be appreciated.

written by Ayngel Adaams

I stand silently relishing its weight in my hand
before lifting it towards my mouth.

I pause as it brushes my lips, needing to say no,
but I’ve already come too far.

My mouth is flooded with liquid anticipation,
guilty pleasure consuming me.

Slowly I allow it to slide into my mouth where
it comes to rest gently on my tongue.

Still I hold it there until
I can stand it no more.

Silky and velvet smooth, its firmness
surrendering to the warmth of my mouth.

Conforming first to my tongue then
slowly sliding down my throat.

I'll start my diet tomorrow...

(The title of this piece is Sensual Chocolate.
I would have told you sooner,
but wanted to see where your mind went
as you read the words...so where did it go?
Hmmmmm?)