Posted in Poetry on Jul 17th, 2008 No Comments »
The road to devastation
Takes many forms
Insignificance
Is another’s greatest calamity
Don’t judge the result
By the route
The devastated know
Total
Is
Total
J Harper
The way of love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling, they’re given wings.
Rumi
Posted in Poetry on Dec 31st, 2007 No Comments »
A calligraphy near Rumi’s tomb reads: “after my death, don’t seek my tomb in the earth, for my grave is in the hearts of the men of mystical knowledge.”
Posted in Poetry on Sep 21st, 2007 No Comments »
One of my favorite Rumi poems (translated by Coleman Barks – Like This)
Yesterday at dawn, my Friend said,
How long will this unconsciousness go on?
You fill yourself with the sharp pain of Love,
rather than its fulfillment.
I said, “But I can’t get to You!
You are the whole dark night,
and I am a [...]
Posted in Poetry on Aug 19th, 2007 No Comments »
When you are a lover, you’re personal, but you have no boundaries that separate you from your lover. – A.H. Almaas
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along. – Rumi
Translator: Coleman Barks
Posted in Poetry on Aug 9th, 2007 No Comments »
Love is the dancing cry of the soul, calling the body to worship
Like a shining whirlpool, or a spinning mayfly
So is love among the skies.
I leap across the mountaintops, madly singing the song of all songs
I float through the ether, intoxicated, thrilled
I think only of your love, your calling to me
And I dance the thousand [...]
