posted
Today is Rumi day, so here are some of his poems.
LIKE THIS
If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfaction of all our sexual wanting will look, lift your face and say,
Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness of the nightskuy, climb up on the roof and dance and say, Like this?
If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is. or what "God's Fragrance" means, lean your head toward him or her. Keep your face there close. Like this
When someone quotes the old poetic image about clouds gradually uncovering the moon, slowly loosen knot by knot the strings of your robe. Like this?
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead, don't try to explain the miracle. Kiss me on the lips. Like this. Like this.
When someone asks what it means to "die for love," point here
If someone asks how tall I am, frown and measure with your fingers the space between the creases on your forehead. This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns. When someone doesn't believe that, walk back into my house. Like this.
When lover's moan, they're telling our story. Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live. Stare into this deepening blue, while the breeze says a secret. Like this.
When someone asks what there is to do, Like the candle in his hand Like this
How did Joseph's scenet come to Jacob? Huuuuuuuuuu.
How did Jacob's sight return? Huuu.
A little wind cleans the eyes. Like this
When shams comes back from Tabriz he'll put his head around the edge of the door to surprise us. Like this.
Judge a Moth by the Beauty of Its Candle
You are th eking's son. Why do you close yourself up? Become a lover.
Don't aspire to be a general or a minister of state.
One is a boredom for you, the other a disgrace.
You've been a picture on a bathhouse wall long enough. No one recognizes you here, do they?
God's lion disguised as a human being! I saw that and put down the book I was studying, Hariri's Maqamat.
There is no early and late for us. The only way to measure a lover is by the grandeur of the beloved.
Judge a moth by the beauty of its candle Shams is invisible because he is inside sight. He is the intelligent essence of what is everywhere at once, seeing.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Beathe before it's gone.
Posts: 9942 | Registered: Mar 2003
| IP: Logged |
quote:Dance when you’re broken open. Dance if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of battle. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re absolutely free.
:spins off in a dervish:
Posts: 5663 | Registered: Jun 2000
| IP: Logged |
posted
*happy* I love that poem. Then I went and found these-
To heal the burning of your sorrow, I seek a flame. To gather the dust of your door, I seek the palms of my hands. To deal with you hiding behind your holiness, I seek a good time instead.
It is your turn now, you waited, you were patient. The time has come, for us to polish you. We will transform your inner pearl into a house of fire. You're a gold mine. Did you know that, hidden in the dirt of the earth? It is your turn now, to be placed in fire. Let us cremate your impurities.
Posts: 9942 | Registered: Mar 2003
| IP: Logged |
Printer-friendly view of this topic
