Posts tagged light
Posts tagged light



These of living emanate a formidable light,
Which is equal to death, and when used
Gives increase eternally.
What fortifies in separate thought
Is not drawn by wind or by man defiled.
So whispers the parable of doubleness.
As it is necessary not to submit
To power which weakens the hidden forms;
It is extraordinarily more essential
Not to deny welcome to these originating forces
When they gather within our heat
To give us habitation.
The one life must be attempted with the other,
That we may embark upon the fiery work
For which we were certainly made.
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What has been separated from the mother,
Must again be joined; for we were born of spirit,
And to spirit all mortal things return,
As it is necessary in the method of earth.
So sings the parable of singleness.
My comforter does not conceal his face;
I have seen appearances that were not marshalled
By sleep.
Perhaps I am to be stationed
At the nets which move through this completing sea.
Or I have hunting on my sign.
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Yet the ground is visible,
The center of our seeing. (The houses rest
Like sentinels on this hawking star.
Two women are bathing near a trestle;
Their bodies dress the world in golden birds;
The skin of their throats is a dancing flute…
How alter or change? How properly
Find an exact equation? What is flying
Anywhere that is more essential to our quest?
Even the lake… boat walking on its blue streets;
Organ of thunder muttering in the sky… A tiger
Standing on the edge of a plowed field…
What is necessary? What is inseparable to know?
The children seek silvery-pretty caves…
What are we to teach?)
The distance is not great
To worlds of magnificent joy or nowhere.
When I see your face, the stones start spinning!
You appear; all studying wanders.
I lose my place.
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Water turns pearly.
Fire dies down and doesn’t destroy.
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In your presence I don’t want what I thought
I wanted, those three little hanging lamps.
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Inside your face the ancient manuscripts
Seem like rusty mirrors.
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You breathe; new shapes appear,
and the music of a desire as widespread
as Spring begins to move
like a great wagon.
Drive slowly.
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Some of us walking alongside
are lame!
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Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
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Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
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When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
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The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
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You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
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People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
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The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.
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I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
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Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it.
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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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They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual?
They wonder about Solomon and all his wives.
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In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul
and you are that.
But we have ways within each other
that will never be said by anyone.
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Come to the orchard in Spring.
There is light and wine, and sweethearts
in the pomegranate flowers.
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If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.
- Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī