Looking for a kindhearted woman who is willing to love and be loved.
Love to dance and have nights out on the town.
I love anything outdoors.

Somebody asked me why do we rake leaves? so I wrote back...
Leaves. Hmmm...let me wax philosophical.

Leaves fall to remind us that nothing lasts forever.

Leaves fall so that we may ponder why life is this way.

Leaves fall to remind us that life does change and we can do nothing to stop it.

Leaves fall to remind us to do that hard work of putting such loss behind us to make room for what spring will bring.

Leaves fall to remind us to cherish the memories of how green they once were.

Leaves fall to remind us to look forward to new blossoms!

Without fall there can be no spring.....


Last Night As I Was Sleeping

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night as I slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.


Translated by Robert Bly


What was said to the Rose...

What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.

What was told the Cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was

whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet, whatever

was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in
Turkestan that makes them

so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is

being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that's happening here.

The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,

in love with the one to whom every that belongs!

RUMI

meet for coffee...iced tea or drinks.