Sounds like you have a very small world that can fit into your shirt pocket! :-) At least you can keep it safe there and do enjoy your walk...

In the fairytales of my childhood, the hero would conquer the kingdom of the dragon, with castle, princess and the rest, put it all inside a walnut which he placed inhis pocket and then continue toward the next adventure.

Maybe you have conquered this world, Arsenio, and now's the time to move on to your next adventure. Good luck, and thanks for having room for us all in your heart :)

Dear Arsenio,

I bet your heart is as big as the whole Universe :)

You are in mine and i'll be waving at you when you walk by and I say hello.......

From the heartphone,

Mieke

Hi Arsenio,

What does this mean? Are you retiring? Are you leaving ANH? Certainly your music and poetry will never retire and leave. It is who you are and,as you know, it's all in motion of change.

Love,

Trish

folding this 'believed life of separation" too...

tenderly taking You my beloveds with me as my very own Heart...
love, Carolyn

I am re-tired, Arsenio, new soles on my shoes? no,
I'm motoring, but keeping within the speed restrictions, unless the rear-view mirror is clear.

Nice to be in your pocket, all the same ;)

For you Arsenio

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and sky of the sky of a tree called life'(which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that;s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-----e.e. cummings

My father used to keep copious notes in a notepad which he kept in his shirt pocket.

Are you guys in some sort of club?

That was beautiful Arsenio!

Love, Char

Abba's Daughter

Someone touched her clothes
May he take a long walk
Off a short pier
(for virtue hath gone out of her)

Even though the Divine Dark
was exposed
As the only place to lay one's head
Like time, it too comes and goes

Must we suffer these gifts
To see You in heaven?
Yes He said,
Till seventy times seven

Then said she:
Bite me

I wrote the above poem because I had a bit of a shock. So I took Milarepa's advice to apply each new experience to mine own growth spiritual. The poem was the result. The quotes below, followed, falling in my lap.
The shock was that someone hacked my TypeKey account and obtained my member name. Or, they merely picked it out of the ether and used it on Open Thread. (Someone touched my clothes.)
Either way is possible to me, but there it was confronting me, asking for action. Too many possibilities, no point in asking for a straight answer, no where to rest my head, (I recalled Jesus' words.)

Psalms 104:1-2 Bless the Lord, O my soul, O lord my God, thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens...

Jeremiah 31: 31-34
Behold the days shall come, saith the Lord, that I will make a new covenant with the house of Israel, and with the house of Judah...
After those days I will put the law in their inward parts, and write it in their hearts...
And I will remember their sin no more...

Maybe Jeremiah knew the Ecumenical days and secular rationality, Deepak, would come to an end, as well.

But any way, Bite me is how a teenager argues with her Father. Totally acceptable in Judaism, at least so I've read.

awww, Rachel, love that poem, but I wish you'd told us sooner. I thought I had upset you.
This place is haunted. I know that much.

Edmund

Darn right. Only my mother calls me by that member name. My brother and baptismal godfather call me by a shorter version. It's not something you hear every day. But don't make me laugh .. I can't feel sorry for myself that way.

The only name I pick up is Tammy. I assume she was the longstanding member here, paying a guest visit, having taken a longish break lately. No?

No, it's the ghostwriter in a man. OK

Does Radha ever leave Krishna?
I guess it's impossible to rewrite the story.

I must be filled with toxins
An environmental and cultural disability
For I am less than the earthworm
that crawls in the dirt
busying himself daily
knowing exactly what it has to know

While I have nothing to do
Save wait for You.