<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069782760892527306</id><updated>2011-05-04T01:59:10.103-07:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='healing'/><category term='jigsaws'/><category term='Chuva'/><category term='starry nights'/><category term='keys'/><category term='books'/><category term='house of no regrets'/><category term='क्लौड्स'/><category term='Dulce Pontes'/><category term='Live and learn......... after a while :)'/><category term='good enough'/><category term='kalhil gibran'/><category term='leaving'/><category term='रंदय क्रेव्फोर्ड'/><category term='Women who run with the wolves'/><category term='Fado'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='Mariza'/><category term='Love'/><category term='tarot'/><category term='power'/><category term='puzzles'/><category term='letting go'/><category term='past'/><category term='लोवे रेस्पेक्त ऎंड understanding'/><category term='roses'/><title type='text'>BLUE LIKE JAZZ</title><subtitle type='html'>MAY THE SUN BRING YOU NEW ENERGIES BY DAY. 
MAY THE MOON SOFTLY RESTORE YOU BY NIGHT. 
MAY THE RAIN WASH AWAY ANY WORRIES YOU MAY HAVE,
AND THE BREEZE BLOW NEW STRENGTH INTO YOUR BEING, AND THEN, ALL THE DAYS OF YOU LIFE, MAY YOU WALK GENTLY THROUGH THE WORLD ,AND KNOW ITS BEAUTY AND YOURS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://septembersongs-audrey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069782760892527306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://septembersongs-audrey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Audrey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yChMleDmVhM/SYd3X2uBZAI/AAAAAAAAAaI/FanTphM7ipA/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069782760892527306.post-6305048124285171836</id><published>2007-11-26T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:36:27.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women who run with the wolves'/><title type='text'>HOW BLIND THAT WAS</title><content type='html'>The minute I heard my first love story    I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was...    Lovers dont finally meet somewhere   They are in each other all along..   

JELALUDDIN RUMI.......




It is said that within the soul of every woman can be found the wildness of the wolf,   the intelligence,  the knowing of the seasons,  the belonging to ones pack
Young and innocent,   playful and trusting,   born into a world   where one must learn to survive.  I hear the call of my soul and follow,  for there lie my true loves and nature.   Head up and sniffing the air,  I rise,  shake the dust from my fur and howl to a full and glorious moon

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SHE WOULD RATHER BE A PASSING STRANGER TO YOU NOW.


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And leaving,  
 she found the one that had been missing for so long,
 The not good enough, 
 found her self. 
And in finding herself, 
 that one who had been missing for so long,
 she  has discovered,
 that she is indeed 
more than good enough.
 No longer hearing your words, 
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Sometimes people get lost. 
 Sometimes they leave
the nothingness;
that has no meaning.
 Without a word, they rise
to follow their soul, 
 for fear that that too may
fall silent to the ear.
 Then closing the door,
without backward glance.
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Who can say how life will unfold when the rose petals fall to the ground, filling the air still with the sweetest of perfume. 

The fragrance of those dreams we carelessly tread upon.

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AFTER A WHILE&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and that you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
with every goodbye you learn...



©1971 Veronica A. Shoffstall&lt;/span&gt;

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Laying down the pen, she also laid down her hopes and dreams, for in her heart she knew, she could no longer fool herself that she was capable of writing the fairytale of love turned around.. not with her co-author...she had grown up.

No more, turning one more page believing that this time the tale would have a happy ending for she having examined the book closely, realised all the chapters thus far had followed the same theme...the dream turned to drama

 Ripping out the pages that brought value and meaning to her life, she picks up her pen and closes the cover, the book lies somewhere, she knows not where. 

She hears one still writes there, a tale of woe, of love abandoned.. the pages flutter in the wind, to the best of her knowledge, left unread

The book is now his and his alone, for with her pen she writes a new tale where words like love, respect, courage, faith, togetherness,freedom,security above all happiness and balance have found their home.



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"And when you speak to me of love" she said
let your talk build walls
walls that protect, built on solid foundations
of trust, respect and understanding
walls where our children
have no fear of turning corners
and feel free to run and explore
walls that encase warmth and welcome
yet hold no captives
If your talk differs then 
best we fall silent 
and speak of love no more

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© Tarot.com
 
POSITIONAL (MAIN) MEANING 
The joy of shared victory resounds throughout your environment.

The card that lands in the Situation position refers to social or circumstantial factors which could be affecting your life at this time. 

The Nine of Cups in this position suggests that your immediate circle may have experienced some sort of victory. The group, either a family unit or a domestic partnership, has made it across the finish line together, completing the agreed upon labors in a coordinated way. At the heart of the joy in this card is the unity that comes from the realization of shared dreams. Positive, abundant, and optimistic feelings are experienced equally among you. 

Take great pleasure knowing that each of you may be a part of a winning team, expressing the collective heart and achieving a collective success. This card calls for a celebration, a toast, a round of applause, and acknowledgment for all the players.


Surveying the cards she held in her hand
she smiled a knowing smile
for represented in them were the people 
the places all the things 
that gave meaning to her life today
Everything she had ever hoped for

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Five hundred days later she realised
There would be no perfect day to fly 
There would always be clouds
She would have to learn
to rise above them


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Kalhil Gibran

And a woman spoke, saying, "Tell us of Pain." 

And he said: 

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. 

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. 

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy; 

And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. 

And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief. 

Much of your pain is self-chosen. 

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. 

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity: 

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, 

And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

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"I hold the key of power" he taunted, he knew her weakness, her wound.

Looking at the key in his hand, at him with sad eyes, a sadness of heart for one who appeared so weak and powerless before her.

She remembered the key, the rust that fell as she opened the door so many years ago, yet that was past, she knew this beyond a doubt.  Held gently within her hand was a key she had found in that room. 

She had explored there, examined, reassessed her place in this world and smiling she remembered the healing that took place within that space then, turning in peace, walked away with the key to her future.

A woman leaving that space holding the hand of the small child; merging into one as they walk through the door.

&lt;strong&gt;Edna St. Vincent Millay - Bluebeard &lt;/strong&gt;

This door you might not open, and you did;  
    So enter now, and see for what slight thing  
You are betrayed... Here is no treasure hid,  
    No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring  
The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain         
    For greed like yours, no writhings of distress,  
But only what you see... Look yet again—
    An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless.  
Yet this alone out of my life I kept  
    Unto myself, lest any know me quite;         
And you did so profane me when you crept  
    Unto the threshold of this room to-night  
That I must never more behold your face.  
    This now is yours. I seek another place.



"You keep it" She smiled,for she knew she had no need for it any longer


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'I would be different' he told her,
 
hiding his guilt...

'If only I had a loving wife'.

Now I understand 
what you tried to say to me

For you could not love me
you did not know how
and when no hope what left inside 
on that starry, starry night
I took my life as lovers often do
and found a space where I could love me 
and left you to find 
Your IF ONLY......

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The usual things in your life
wont make you miss them
Only the hurting memories, 
or those which make you smile
There are some people who stay in history,
our lifes history
And others who we dont even
remember hearing their name
It are the emotions that bring life
to the suadade that I bring in me
Those I had with you,
and Ive just lost
Their are days that leave marks
in your soul and in our life
And the one that you've left me 
I cannot forget

The rain felt in my face 
frozen and tired
The streets that the city had
Ive went along through them
Oh my young lost city girl cry
I screamed to the city
That the fire of love
Under the rain, 
died moments ago

The rain listened and silenced
my secret to the city
and there she knocks on the window glass
Bringing with her the saudade
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25 years later she realised
No matter how hard she tried to fit the pieces together
The puzzle didnt match the picture on the box
Ask her if she felt she had wasted time
"No", she will softly sigh, 
"Not I" 
"Ask another passing by"
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