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To: HG who wrote (7028)	1/20/2001 2:04:53 AM
From: 2MAR$	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 13018

" if you can't go to sleep... " Once there was a way to get back homeward Once there was a way to get back home Sleep pretty darling do not cry And I will sing a lullabye Golden slumbers fill your eyes Smiles awake you when you rise Sleep pretty darling do not cry And I will sing a lullabye Once there was a way to get back homeward Once there was a way to get back home Sleep pretty darling do not cry And I will sing a lullabye segue Boy, you gotta carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Boy, you gotta carry that weight Carry that weight a long time I never give you my pillow I only send you my invitation And in the middle of the celebrations I break down Boy, you gotta carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Boy, you gotta carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Segue Oh yeah, all right Are you going to be in my dreams Tonight? * * * ....And in the end The love you take Is equal to the love you make. ~JL&PM * The "Mathnawi" was Rumi's huge didactic work and discourses on metaphysics. The only intoxication was one of God's absolute love . How sad is this that it is the one true soul of Islam/Hinduism/Christianity/Judaism..... and look what limitations we still place on the such teachings , today? It is like no-one's listening or we only learn to mouth the words , but the play is hollow. Man always seems to have the truth shining in his eyes , looking back thru time he has held it in his hands .... yet it ever~elludes in his present . Caught on the wheel of time and we as individuals are left to Rumi~nate.....till our own rotation is finished ,then another turn of the wheel , wheels on.... ....and this bird has flown. ~*~