Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Lost and Partially Found

It's interesting to suddenly look back over two or three years and recognize what shit one has been putting up with. Bad grammar, but clear. One wonders who one was? Boundaries, boundaries, boundaries. Very freeing.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Rabindranath Tagore

More Poetry and Songs by

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Tuesday, February 2, 2010


Everything exists at the same time.
If I love you now, I loved you then.
Time plays tricks. Our minds believe it.
If we were God, we could love each at once.
But we are only part of God.
The part our consciousness admits.
I admit I love you.
© Anne Robinson 2010