posted June 25, 2006 01:45 AM              

you dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,

but sometimes i do,
and that sight becomes this art.

drumsound rises on the air,
its throb, my heart.

a voice inside the beat says,
"i know you're tired,
but come. this is the way."

are you jealous of the ocean's generosity?
why would you refuse to give
this joy to anyone?

fish don't hold the sacred liquid in cups!
they swim the huge fluid freedom.

posted July 02, 2006 08:19 PM              

Rumi's touch is very deep.

posted July 03, 2006 11:03 AM            

Beautiful poem! I hadn't heard of Rumi until now (perhaps I can use the online search engine for finding out more about Rumi) it reminds me of someone too

posted July 04, 2006 02:37 AM              

we live in the night ocean wondering,
what are these lights?

you have said what you are.
i am what i am.
your actions in my head,
my head here in my hands
with something circling inside.
i have no name
for what circles
so perfectly.

a secret turning in us
makes the universe turn.
head unaware of feet,
and feet head. neither cares.
they keep turning.

this moment this love comes to rest in me,
many beings in one being.
in one wheat grain a thousand sheaf stacks.
inside the needle's eye a turning night of stars.

keep walking, though there's no place to get to.
don't try to see through the distances.
that's not for human beings. move within,
but don't move the way fear makes you move.

walk up to the well.
turn as the earth and moon turn,
circling what they love.
whatever circles comes from the center.

i circle your nest tonight,
around and around until morning
when a breath of air says, Now,
and the Friend holds up like a goblet
some anonymous skull.

no better love than love with no object,
no more satisfying work than work with no purpose.

if you could give up tricks and cleverness,
that would be the cleverest trick!

some nights stay up till dawn,
as the moon sometimes does for the sun.
be a full bucket pulled up the dark way
of a well, then lifted out into light.

i am so small i can barely be seen.
how can this great love be inside me?

look at your eyes. they are small,
but they see enormous things.

when you feel your lips becoming infinite
and sweet, like the moon in a sky,
when you feel that spaciousness inside,
Shams of Tabriz will be there too.

the sun is love. the lover,
a speck circling the sun.

a spring wind moves to dance
any branch that isn't dead.

something opens our wings. something
makes boredom and hurt disappear.
someone fills the cup in front of us.
we taste only sacredness.

held like this, to draw in milk,
no will, tasting clouds of milk,
never so content.

i stand up, and this one of me
turns into a hundred of me.
they say i circle around you.
nonsense, i circle around me.

i have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. it opens.
i've been knocking from the inside!

real value comes with madness,
matzub below, scientist above.

whoever finds love
beneath hurt and grief

disappears into emptiness
with a thousand new disguises.

dance, when you're broken open.
dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
dance in the middle of the fighting.
dance in your blood.
dance, when you're perfectly free.

posted July 04, 2006 11:02 AM              

let's Dance..

posted July 16, 2006 06:33 AM              

Klimt's, Love, 1895