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Wednesday, March 4, 2020

The Beauty, Romance and Wisdom of RUMI








                       








































This we have now
is not imagination.


This is not
grief or joy.


Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.


Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't. 
A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land. 





I was dead
i came alive
i was tears
i became laughter

all because of love
when it arrived
my temporal life
from then on
changed to eternal

love said to me
you are not
crazy enough
you don't
fit this house
i went and
became crazy
crazy enough
to be in chains

love said
you are not
intoxicated enough
you don't
fit the group
i went and
got drunk
drunk enough
to overflow
with light-headedness

love said
you are still
too clever
filled with
imagination and skepticism
i went and
became gullible
and in fright
pulled away
from it all

love said
you are a candle
attracting everyone
gathering every one
around you
i am no more
a candle spreading light
i gather no more crowd
and like smoke
i am all scattered now

love said
you are a teacher
you are a head
and for everyone
you are a leader
i am no more
not a teacher
not a leader
just a servant
to your wishes

love said
you already have
your own wings
i will not give you
more feathers
and then my heart
pulled itself apart
and filled to the brim
with a new light

overflowed with fresh life.
now even the heavens
are thankful that
because of love
i have become
the giver of light 


 Rumi





There's courage involved if you want
to become truth.




There is a broken- open place in a lover.

Where are those qualities of bravery and
sharp compassion in this group? What's the
use of old and frozen thought?

I want a howling hurt. This is not a treasury
where gold is stored; this is for copper.

We alchemists look for talent that
can heat up and change.

Lukewarm won't do. Halfhearted holding back,
 well-enough getting by? Not here. 







Tamally Ma'ak

Tuesday, March 3, 2020

The Smiling Days Are Soon To Come




The Smiling Days Are Soon to Come



How sad is life, even in it's beauty
To travel alone
How dark are days, even in sunshine
To smile at no one......................

For every creature, no matter how low
Should somehow find it's mate
The universe is set up that way
Call it God or Fate

Every hand has it's perfect fit
Every mouth, it's kiss
Every heart has it's nestled home
And every soul, it's bliss.

And those that find that hand to hold
And those that taste that kiss
Their hearts will know the joy of life
For life is made for this

And if you don't, what then is life?
What joy will fill your seas?
Your lips will hunger for that kiss
Your mouth will fill with pleas

I used to walk a withered earth
Soul bound to loveless death
Until I saw your shining face
And my lungs filled up with breath

I used to cry in midnight's bed
Till tears soaked every cover
I used to search the world in vain
Looking for my lover

And then the light broke through the dark
And tears dried instantly
Your hand pushed back that thorny hedge
And you reached out to me

I cannot say I'm not afraid
For I've been afraid so long
To trust another searching soul
Who tomorrow may be gone

I haven't smiled in such a while
I haven't felt sweet joy
My eyes, downcast, have met no others
For fear, not being coy

But give me time and we may find
That our hearts have found their home
For my hungry heart is telling me
That the smiling days are soon to come.



©by Voo
Oct 21, 2018
11:17 p.m.

Sunday, March 1, 2020

Let Me Lie







Let Me Lie


Though I die of love and it's wanting
Let me lie in it's embrace
Until I perish

For there is no softer, no grander gesture
Than to die in love's arms
Even though the many die underneath it's feet.

Still the few, like me and you
Voluntarily give ourselves to the burning of the light
Knowing we shall be together forever in infinity.

It is an easy choice and the only choice
Hearts like ours may make
For we have died a thousand times, what is one more?

With the rising of the golden dawn
We raise our faces again to the silver sky
There on the other side of forever.

And entwining lips and arms and souls
We find ourselves and who we are
There in the empty spaces that God has made
And we are home. Again.


©by Voo
Oct 22, 2019
9:35 a.m.

Attaining



Attaining


Sleek, black vehicle
Jaguar fast and moving
Through the night
On rain soaked roads
Shining like glass.

Beautiful.....
Deadly.......
In the hands
Of the careless.

Dark, brown eyes
Seductive, enticing
Sending forth commandments
To come to
Instead of running away from.

Beautiful.......
Deadly.........
To the soul
Of the vulnerable.
 
Wet, welcome storm
Quenching the thirst
Of barren, desperate desert
Not knowing when to stop
Washes away the work of a thousand days.
 
Beautiful.......
Deadly.........
To the very earth
So hungry for the taste.
 
Why must the things we want,
Need, crave, desire,
Delight in, pursue, seek out, and purchase,
Destroy us in the attaining
And kill us in their arms.

 
©by Voo
Feb 10, 2010
10:47 p.m.