To The Extent They Can Die ,and ,Shhh

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>From Hafiz -

 

Shhh

 

Don't ask me to describe

the taste of my poison.

 

At the end of years wandering

I've chosen a Friend. Don't ask who!

 

I weep in the doorway.

 

Last night I heard you saying

what cannot be said.

 

Now you motion to me,

Don't tell.

 

The pain of being in my room alone

is really what cannot be spoken.

 

So, like Hafiz, I walk the love-road,

aware in a way that has no name.

 

>From Rumi -

 

To the Extent They Can Die

 

A Chinese mirror shows all sides

of a human being. That's for you.

 

Someone born deaf has no more use

for high notes than newborn babies

 

for a fine merlot. What would a

land bird be doing out over open

 

sea? We are rinds thrown out by

the tavern of absolute absence,

 

unconcerned about profits or dowry,

or what to wear. We are a hundred

 

thousand years beyond insanity.

Plato does not speak of this.

 

The physical beauty of men and

women are not images here. Lovers

 

are alive to the extent they can

die. A great soul approaches

 

Shams. What are you doing here?

Answer: What is there to do?

 

 

Love, Peace,

Mazie