The beauty of a woman
 What a wonderful soul she was! Her eyes shone when she talked about the friends in Sri Lanka, and she had made friends and contacts in all of the places she stayed in America. She was a tireless teacher and so good with children
The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman Is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years
only grows. unknown
Dreams Wander through mountains sail on the sea The lust in your heart cries out to be free The beauty in life is everywhere to behold God created all of this, so I've been told By men who know nothing and some who know all An oak was an acorn that grew strong and tall What mystery lies quiet within your breast? How much do you yearn to pursue your lifelong quest? A quest to be part of something much greater than life Apart from this world and all of its strife As the boats gently rocking and the sails billow wide Just remember your dream will begin soon, begin with the tide Bill E. Pimpl | If the loving seekers wish to live within the precincts of the Attracting One, no soul may dwell on this Kingly Throne save the beauty of love. |
One Winter's eve as the cold wind blows,
I found a wee thing who was almost froze,
I picked it up, careful as can be,
I took it inside to get warm with me,
Small and fragile this creature was,
Just skin and bones and a little fuzz,
A dropper of warm milk I put in its beak,
Wondering if it would survive being so weak,
I knew i had bone my best,
Warming a towel for it new nest,
With a pray to God and alot of love,
This bird will make it to be a beautiful Dove.
Gladly then did the world arise
By that one mighty word of power…Love!
From any other word quite apart
It rejoices in the willing heart
And binds the planets to their skies
And shines in You the brighter to my eyes
Night, come bring the dippers and Orion’s belt
To gird the firmament and bind us to His boundless will
That my heart, which has never felt such sentiment
May feel it then the deeper still
Give it not the chance then, nor say instead ‘twas fate
That we have met in time who might have met too late
In the understanding of two hearts that may for earlier years amend
As our time flows like a river, unfelt till journeys end
-Irving Karchmar, 1986
"...Yes, a new voice calling. You can hear it if you try.
And it's growing stronger, every day that passes by.
There's a brand new morning rising clear and sweet and free.
There's a new day dawning that belongs to you and me.
There's a new world coming, the one we've had visions of.
Coming in peace, coming in joy, coming in love." --Mama Cass 
Bahram Sohrabi Photography-Kerman - 1945
Lullaby Thirsty for the milk of your soul
press my face to your breast
run your fingers through my hair
croon to me and tell me to hush
hold me to your breast
I need to feel your warmth
to melt my frozen heart
and warm my sleeping loins
and make me smile again
call me your lover
call me your child
soothe my heart, ease my pangs
so strange to live again
so long encased in a wall of ice
in a place untouched by life
I awake naked and shaking
like a newborn child
take me by the hand and hold me close
and calm my first long cries of birth
stay close to me, my love, forever
W. I. Boucher September 8, 1997
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