Sponsor |  Migrant-Picker | Dec 27, 2006 3:53am | Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
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The tale of love must be heard from love itself.
For like a mirror, it is both mute and expressive. |
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Sponsor | | buddhalover | Jan 20, 2007 11:08am | THE FLUTE WEEPS
the flute weeps
to the pacing drum
the drunken camel
rises from its knees
and tugs at the rope of reason
the bird flutters
in the heart's cage
putting out his head
on this side and that
the flood fills
the ancient riverbed
and once again
the riverbanks are green
the falcon hears
the royal drum
and circles seeking
the wrist of the king
the musk deer
smells the lion
and her haunches are trembling
the madmen have seen
the moon in the window;
they are running to the roof
with ladders
somewhere tonight
a dervish cries
'it was my soul
in the wine!
it was my soul!' |
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Sponsor | | Migrant-Picker | Jan 20, 2007 12:13pm |
Let go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.
If you want a clear mirror,
behold yourself
and see the shameless truth,
which the mirror reflects.
If metal can be polished
to a mirror-like finish,
what polishing might the mirror
of the heart require?
Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not.
The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XIII |
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|  gregoryo | Apr 1, 2007 8:53pm | UNFOLD YOUR OWN MYTH
Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?
Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms?
Who comes to a spring thirsty
and sees the moon reflected in it?
Who, like Jacob blind with grief and age,
smells the shirt of his lost son
and can see again?
Who lets a bucket down and brings up
a flowing prophet? Or like Moses goes for fire
and finds what burns inside the sunrise?
Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
and opens a door to the other world.
Solomon cuts open a fish, and there's a gold ring.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet
and leaves with blessings.
Chase a deer and end up everywhere!
An oyster opens his mouth to swallow one drop
Now there's a pearl.
A vagrant wanders empty ruins,
Suddenly he's wealthy.
But don't be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others. Unfold
your own myth, without complicated explanation,
so everyone will understand the passage,
We have opened you.
Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy
and tired. Then there comes a moment
of feeling the wings you've grown,
lifting. |
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