Saturday, February 18, 2006

a ruby curse

Curses fall from your lips, and the moon smiles.

Those curses come from rubies forged in fire.

Curse again, your words caress my heart

Like a breeze that stirs the petals of a flower.

#691: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi

Search word: moon

I curse the sons of Allah!
I curse His daughters too!
I curse their kids and cousins
and older folk in turn!

May they all rot in the hell of their own delusions!
May they suffer every indignity of shame!

I only ask that their cats and dogs go free.

witch with sword

Witch with sword @ Witch in the Eyes



At Sunday, 19 February, 2006, Blogger Bob Hoeppner said...

Them's fightin' words! Nice pic.


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