Life history refers to the set of adaptations of an organism that more or less directly influence its survival and reproductive success. It includes reproductive rate and output, age at first reproduction, seed germination, longevity and dispersal, growth rate and pattern as well as many other characteristics of the organism....
Digging up the root of my confusion if no one planted it then how does it grow? And why are some hellbent upon there being an answer while some are quite content to answer 'I don't know'? Oh and fallen leaves should curse their branches for not letting them decide where they should fall and not letting them refuse to fall at all
If you're not sure right now then please take a moment, but I need your signature before you leave. When I sleep I'm usually dreaming but more and more there's only one. Where every hired gun I've ever fired is making love to you while I look on. Oh and fallen leaves should curse their branches for not letting them decide where they should fall and not letting them refuse to fall at all. Digging up the root..
Monday, September 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Love is a stranger
Rumi's poetry from "Love is a Stranger" translated by Helminski:
Heart came on solid footing with breath refined
to warn the best of communities.
Heart placed your head
like a pen on the page of love.
We are joyous pennants in your just wind.
Master, to where do you dance?
Toward the land of liberation,
toward the plain of non-existence.
Master, tell us which non-existence you mean.
The ear of eternity knows the letter of eternity.
Love is a stranger with a strange language,
like an Arab in Persia. I have brought a story;
it is strange, like the one that tells it.
Listen to your servant.
Joseph's face enlightened the well in which he was suspended.
His imprisonment became a palace
with orchards and meadows, a paradise,
a royal hall, and a chamber of sanctity.
Just as you toss a stone into the water,
the water at that very moment parts to receive it.
Just as a cloudy night is dispelled by a clear dawn,
from his humiliation and loss he views high heaven.
Reason do not envy my mouth.
God witnesses the blessings.
Through the tree drinks from hidden roots,
we see the display of its branches.
Whatever the earth took from heavens,
it yields up honestly in spring.
Whether you have stolen a bead or a jewel,
whether you have raised a flag or a pen,
the night is gone and day has arrived,
and the sleeper shall see what he has dreamed.
Heart came on solid footing with breath refined
to warn the best of communities.
Heart placed your head
like a pen on the page of love.
We are joyous pennants in your just wind.
Master, to where do you dance?
Toward the land of liberation,
toward the plain of non-existence.
Master, tell us which non-existence you mean.
The ear of eternity knows the letter of eternity.
Love is a stranger with a strange language,
like an Arab in Persia. I have brought a story;
it is strange, like the one that tells it.
Listen to your servant.
Joseph's face enlightened the well in which he was suspended.
His imprisonment became a palace
with orchards and meadows, a paradise,
a royal hall, and a chamber of sanctity.
Just as you toss a stone into the water,
the water at that very moment parts to receive it.
Just as a cloudy night is dispelled by a clear dawn,
from his humiliation and loss he views high heaven.
Reason do not envy my mouth.
God witnesses the blessings.
Through the tree drinks from hidden roots,
we see the display of its branches.
Whatever the earth took from heavens,
it yields up honestly in spring.
Whether you have stolen a bead or a jewel,
whether you have raised a flag or a pen,
the night is gone and day has arrived,
and the sleeper shall see what he has dreamed.
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