12 Jalal 163 B.E. April 19-20, 2006
I am the water flowing over stone,
washing them clean
and polishing their surface.
I am the ocean deep and dark
hidden within my womb
the secrets of the universe.
That is all that I have on this poem, I think its going to be a form of a riddle. I don’t know where it is going right now. Therefore, I’ll let it rest for a while.
Maybe I should start doing my blog entry the first thing of a morning, because then I have no problems thinking of something to write. But after I’ve worked a while my muse decides to go to sleep. That sounds like a good idea for a write: My Muse is Asleep. That’s it for today, I have to be at the Baha’I center at 7:00 p.m. so I think I’ll finish this entry for today.
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