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She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the compass round
And only by one's going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware.
--A Silken Tent by Robert Forst.

Come, come, whoever you are. Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand time. Come, yet again, come, come. --Rumi

She is as in a field a silken tent

03 October 2010

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