Guest guest Posted July 10, 2001 Report Share Posted July 10, 2001 They sent this one 4 days late. Sorry as you will probably receive lots more that I had to post on another email. No more HOT MAIL here for me. Apologetically, Alton , "ALTON ALTON" <lostnfoundation> wrote: > Odes & Quatrains > > To Love is to reach God. > Never will a Lover's chest > feel any sorrow. > Never will a Lover's robe > be touched by mortals. > Never will a Lover's body > be found buried in the earth. > To Love is to reach God. > > To heal the burning of your sorrow, > I seek a flame. > To gather the dust of your door, > I seek the palms of my hands. > To deal with you hiding behind your holiness, > I seek a good time instead. > > > It is your turn now, > you waited, you were patient. > The time has come, > for us to polish you. > We will transform your inner pearl > into a house of fire. > You're a gold mine. > Did you know that, > hidden in the dirt of the earth? > It is your turn now, > to be placed in fire. > Let us cremate your impurities. > > > The Lovers > will drink wine night and day. > They will drink until they can > tear away the veils of intellect and > melt away the layers of shame and modesty. > When in Love, > body, mind, heart and soul don't even exist. > Become this, > fall in Love, > and you will not be separated again. > Love rests on no foundation. > It is an endless ocean, > with no beginning or end. > Imagine, > a suspended ocean, > riding on a cushion of ancient secrets. > All souls have drowned in it, > and now dwell there. > One drop of that ocean is hope, > and the rest is fear. > > We are all powerless by Love's game. > How can you expect us > to behave and act modest? > How can you expect us > to stay at home, like good little boys? > How can you expect us > to enjoy being chained like mad men? > Oh, my Beloved, you will find us every night, > on your street, > with our eyes glued to your window, > waiting for a glimpse of your radiant face. > > > > > I swallowed > some of the Beloved's sweet wine, > and now I am ill. > My body aches, > my fever is high. > They called in the Doctor and he said, > drink this tea! > Ok, time to drink this tea. > Take these pills! > Ok, time to take these pills. > The Doctor said, > get rid of the sweet wine of his lips! > Ok, time to get rid of the doctor. > Tonight > is the night. > It's the creation of that land of eternity. > It's not an ordinary night, > it's a wedding of those who seek God. > Tonight, the bride and groom > speak in one tongue. > Tonight, the bridal chamber > is looking particularly well. > > > > > > When we talk about the witness in our verse, > we talk about you. > A pure heart and a noble demeanor > cannot compete with your radiant face. > They will ask you > what you have produced. > Say to them, > except for Love, > what else can a Lover produce? > > > > > > My head is bursting > with the joy of the unknown. > My heart is expanding a thousand fold. > Every cell, > taking wings, > flies about the world. > All seek separately > the many faces of my Beloved. > > > > > > Love came, > and became like blood in my body. > It rushed through my veins and > encircled my heart. > Everywhere I looked, > I saw one thing. > The Beloved's name written > on my limbs, > on my left palm, > on my forehead, > on the back of my neck, > on my right big toe… > Oh, my friend, > all that you see of me > is just a shell, > and the rest belongs to the Beloved. > > > > > > I am in Love! > I am in Love with him. > All this advise-- > what's the use? > I have drunk poison. > All this sugar > what's the use? > You say hurry, > tie up his feet. > But its my heart that's gone crazy, > all this rope > around my feet-- > what's the use? > > > > > > There is a certain Love > that is formed out of the > elixir of the East. > There is a certain cloud, > impregnated with a > thousand lightnings. > There is my body, > in it an ocean formed of his glory, > all the creation, > all the universes, > all the galaxies, > are lost in it. > > > > > > I wish I could give you a taste of > the burning fire of Love. > There is a fire > blazing inside of me. > If I cry about it, or if I don't, > the fire is at work, > night and day. > People make clothing to cover their intellect, > but the heart of Lovers > is a shroud, > inflamed in golden hues of his Love. > > > > > > By day I praised you > and never knew it. > By night I stayed with you > and never knew it. > I always thought that > I was me--but no, > I was you > and never knew it. > > > > O D E S > > I Saw Goodness Getting Drunk > > > I am gone, > lost any sense of wanting the wine > of the nowhereness ask me, > I don't know where I am. > At times I plunge > to the bottom of the sea, > at times, rise up > like the Sun. > At times, the universe is pregnant by me, > at times I give birth to it. > The milestone in my life > is the nowhereness, > I don't fit anywhere else. > This is me: > a rogue and a drunkard, > easy to spot > in the tavern of Lovers. > I am the one shouting hey ha. > They ask me why I don't > behave myself. > I say, when you > reveal your true nature, > then I will act my age. > Last night, I saw Goodness getting drunk. > He growled and said, > I am a nuisance, a nuisance. > A hundred souls cried out, but > we are yours, we are yours, we are yours. > You are the light > that spoke to Moses and said > I am God, I am God, I am God. > I said Shams-e Tabrizi, who are you? > He said, I am you, I am you, I am you. > > > > > > You Worry Too Much > > > Oh soul, > you worry too much. > You say, > I make you feel dizzy. > Of a little headache then, > why do you worry? > You say, I am your antelope. > Of seeing a lion here and there > why do you worry? > Oh soul, > you worry too much. > You say, I am your moon-faced beauty. > Of the cycles of the moon and > passing of the years, > why do you worry? > You say, I am your source of passion, > I excite you. > Of playing into the Devils hand, > why do you worry? > Oh soul, > you worry too much. > Look at yourself, > what you have become. > You are now a field of sugar canes, > why show that sour face to me? > You have tamed the > winged horse of Love. > Of a death of a donkey, > why do you worry? > You say that I keep you warm inside. > Then why this cold sigh? > You have gone to the roof of heavens. > Of this world of dust, why do you worry? > Oh soul, > you worry too much. > Since you met me, > you have become a master singer, > and are now a skilled wrangler, > you can untangle any knot. > Of life's little leash > why do you worry? > Your arms are heavy > with treasures of all kinds. > About poverty, > why do you worry? > You are Joseph, > beautiful, strong, > steadfast in your belief, > all of Egypt has become drunk > because of you. > Of those who are blind to your beauty, > and deaf to your songs, > why do you worry? > Oh soul, > you worry too much. > You say that your housemate is the > Heart of Love, > she is your best friend. > You say that you are the heat of > the oven of every Lover. > You say that you are the servant of > Ali's magical sword, Zolfaghar. > Of any little dagger > why do you still worry? > Oh soul, > you worry too much. > You have seen your own strength. > You have seen your own beauty. > You have seen your golden wings. > Of anything less, > why do you worry? > You are in truth > the soul, of the soul, of the soul. > You are the security, > the shelter of the spirit of Lovers. > Oh the sultan of sultans, > of any other king, > why do you worry? > Be silent, like a fish, > and go into that pleasant sea. > You are in deep waters now, > of life's blazing fire. > Why do you worry? One Strand at a Time > > > Once more, > Love is pouring down my ceiling > and my walls. > Once more, > the lion of Love is revealing its > deadly claws > and my deer-like heart is thirsting for blood. > Once more, it's the night of the full moon, > it is time for madness. > All my immense knowledge > cannot help me now. > Once more, > Love has created another revolt in my body, > and yet a new flame was placed in > my heart. > The awakened sweetheart has rubbed my sleep away. > Insomnia took my patience. > Rain washed away my intellect. > The Lover made me lose my profession. > What good is my work anyway? > You wonder about the lineage of the Lovers, > let me tell you about it. > Look at my Lover's hair, > see those luminous strands, > they are all in there, > one strand at a time. > Once more, rise, rise, rise, > resurrection time is here. > Oh, the Beloved, > bathe me in the essence of a > hundred resurrections. > Like the way a garden burns > in a hundred shades of orange in the fall, > a Lover's heart shrivels for a sense of the Beloved's touch. > Now the face of that charred garden > is my field of flowers. > The garden of the world is burnt, > but the garden of the heart is resurrected. > The secret of that garden may be burnt, > but the secret of the heart is resurrected. > The time of ecstasy has come, > oh my prisoned body. > The garb of health has arrived, > oh my frail heart. > Look, two hundred Jupiters > are dancing around my moon. > Oh the wise man of the ruins, > how can I ever repay this? > Give away my > cloak, my garb and headdress. > What value can these have > when the soul of the universe > is but a gulp for my drunken sweetheart? > My Love business is booming, > but don't credit the consultants. > I am done with the consultants > and the pundits, > they call you Jafar the imposter. > Little do they know, > that you are my Shams the Flyer. > > > > > > How Sweet Is Selflessness > No matter where you are. > No matter what the circumstance of your life, > be it like sugar or > be it like poison, > how sweet is selflessness. > If you are looking to get ahead, > and you don't seem to succeed, > how sweet is selflessness. > If you fall in his trap, > and drink his soul wine. > When you try to come out and > don't find the secret hatch, > how sweet is selflessness. > Don't be afraid, > you still have time > you haven't died yet. > Hurry up, > you almost have no time, > you haven't died yet. > Give up that gold and receive a tender body, > how sweet is selflessness. > Why are you so cold? > Is it snowing in you, > dissolve that to become great. > The life's little sorrows > you take too seriously. > How sweet is selflessness. > Don't think that you are in a trap. > My cup is full of wonders. > At this old age, > think of a new life, > how sweet is selflessness. > Why are you still sober, > can't you see this ocean of wine? > Don't tell me > now you want to become religious. > How sweet is selflessness > Oh Beloved, meet us in the garden, > sit in the middle of the gathering of the drunkards. > There is a cup in everyone's hand, > how sweet is selflessness. > Behold this King, > who watches all the souls. > Enter his land and, > emerge from the other side > victorious. > How sweet is selflessness. > > > > > > Go Back to Sleep > Go back to sleep. > Yes, you are allowed. > You have no Love in your heart, > go back to sleep. > His Love and his sorrow > are exclusive to us, > you go back to sleep. > I have been burnt > by the sun of the sorrow of Love. > You have no such yearning in your heart, > go back to sleep. > The path of Love, > has seventy-two folds and countless facets. > Your love and religion > is all about deceit and hypocrisy, > go back to sleep. > We put ourselves in Love's hands, > and will wait for her bidding, > since you are in your own hands, > you can go back to sleep. > I consume nothing but pain and blood, > and you, the finest delicacies; > and of course after each feast, > you may want to take a nap. > So just go back to sleep. > I have torn to pieces my robe of speech, > and have let go of the desire to converse. > You who are not naked yet, > go back to sleep. Didn't I Tell You > Didn't I tell you > not to go to that place? > It is me, who is your intimate friend. > In this imaginary plain of non-existence, > I am your spring of eternal life. > Even if you lose yourself in wrath > for a hundred thousand years, > at the end you will discover, > it is me, who is the culmination of your dreams. > Didn't I tell you > not to be satisfied with the veil of this world? > I am the master illusionist, > it is me, who is the welcoming banner at the gate of your contentment. > Didn't I tell you? > I am an ocean, you are a fish; > do not go to the dry land, > it is me, who is your comforting body of water. > Didn't I tell you > not to fall in this trap like a blind bird? > I am your wings, I am the strength in your wings, > I am the wind keeping you in flight. > Didn't I tell you > that they will kidnap you from the path? > They will steal your warmth, > and take your devotion away. > I am your fire, I am your heartbeat, > I am the life in your breath. > Didn't I tell you? > They will accuse you of all the wrongdoings, > they will call you ugly names, > they will make you forget > it is me, who is the source of your happiness. > Didn't I tell you? > Wonder not, how your life will turn out, > how you will ever get your world in order, > it is me, who is your omnipresent creator. > If your are a guiding torch of the heart, > know the path to that house. > If you are a person of God, know this, > It is me, who is the chief of the village of your life. > > , Copyright 2001 Shahram Shiva > Above poems are from Shiva's book > Hush Don't Say Anything to God: Passionate Poems of Rumi > (Jain Publishing, 1999) > > I am the pure awareness that illumines consciousness and its infinite content, I think. > > Aloha, > AltonGet more from the Web. 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