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Written by Dejan Stojanovic | Create an image from this poem

Unusual Love

Our desires flew like birds in the mornings 
When we were waked by the bells of dreams 
Hypnotized and ready for another round of living 

We would walk down the street of a foreign city mesmerized 
By our own history seen on the streets and in the gardens 
Filled with exotic flowers and the grass; you loved the grass 

You said you would teach me everything 
I never found out really what but I accepted you as mentor 
To learn whatever might be 

I accepted the usual, but unusual, ways of life 
And lived a life I never thought I would. 
It became a typhoon passing through paradise. 

You accepted my gifts but perhaps not my ideas 
I thought I knew you 
Although I hardly knew if I knew myself; 

I learned to accept your unusual, but usual, ways 
Your strange thoughts about living and dreaming and mixing living with dreams 
I learned to like your usual ways of presenting unusual desires 

What about psychology? 
There is no way to analyze the working of the brain machine, 
Working billions of cells, transmitters, and neutrons 

Flying, fighting, competing 
How do ideas come to life? 
That was another hard question. 

I was not able to find out anything about anything, 
Except that I was alive and felt alive and yet felt dead as well; 
I watched rain, fog, horses, birds, and trees, and I watched the blue; 

I really loved watching the blue every day; 
You loved the same, although maybe for different reasons; 
Maybe we loved each other for different reasons too. 

Did we hate each other? 
I felt I hated you not a few times. 
Did you hate me? Maybe you did as well sometimes 

And maybe you still hate me 
When you think of that July when the blue was everywhere 
With the white dot in the middle, shining like the first time 

When everything was green 
And you were glistening in the middle of the blue, the green, the summer, 
But I was not there.


Written by D. H. Lawrence | Create an image from this poem

We are Transmitters

 As we live, we are transmitters of life.
And when we fail to transmit life, life fails to flow through us.

That is part of the mystery of sex, it is a flow onwards.
Sexless people transmit nothing.

And if, as we work, we can transmit life into our work,
life, still more life, rushes into us to compensate, to be ready
and we ripple with life through the days.

Even if it is a woman making an apple dumpling, or a man a stool,
if life goes into the pudding, good is the pudding
good is the stool,
content is the woman, with fresh life rippling in to her,
content is the man.

Give, and it shall be given unto you
is still the truth about life.
But giving life is not so easy.
It doesn't mean handing it out to some mean fool, or letting the living dead eat you up.
It means kindling the life-quality where it was not,
even if it's only in the whiteness of a washed pocket-handkerchief.

Book: Reflection on the Important Things