Rumi, Random voices, Kirtana

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Beloved Ones,

 

i have come across so fittingly several voices speaking about Love, and it

seems so right to share them tonight, for tonight is a celebration in Love.

i have found my true North and the compass pointer is now spinning madly,

saying, "This is the way! This is true North Mazie!" So i throw out the

compass and now my Heart, and his Heart are my guides for all direction.

 

Rumi first: Gee whiz, i love Rumi so much it makes me silly to say that he

is my teacher, has always been my teacher since the days of Konya, OH!

Konya! And Shams! He defies any description at all, for his Fierceness was

all too real and He is so incredibly blazing like a bonfire in my mind and

Heart. So, this:

 

Quietness

 

Inside this new love, die.

Your way begins on the other side.

Become the sky.

Take an axe to the prison wall.

Escape.

Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.

Do it now.

You're covered with thick cloud.

slide out the side. Die,

and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign

that you've died.

Your old life was a frantic running

from silence.

 

The speechless full moon

comes out now.

 

* * *

 

Sanai

 

Someone says, Sanai is dead.

No small thing to say.

 

He was not bits of husk,

or a puddle that freezes overnight,

or a comb that cracks when you use it,

or a pod crushed open on the ground.

 

He was fine powder in a rough clay dish.

He knew what both worlds were worth:

A grain of barley.

 

One he slung down, the other up.

 

The inner soul, that presence of which most know nothing,

about which poets are so ambiguous,

he married that one to the beloved.

 

His pure gold wine pours on the thick wine dregs.

They mix and rise and separate again

to meet down the road. Dear friend from Marghaz,

who lived in Rayy, in Rum, Kurd from the mountains,

each of us returns home.

 

Silk must not be compared with striped canvas.

 

Be quiet and clear now

like the final touchpoints of calligraphy.

 

Your name has been erased

from the roaring volume of speech.

 

* * *

 

Love is being stupid together.

~Paul Valery~

 

Taking the hands of someone you love,

You see they are delicate cages...

Tiny birds are singing

In the secluded prairies

And in the deep valleys of the hand.

~Robert Bly~

 

Love - bittersweet and irrepressible -

loosens my limbs and i tremble.

~Sappho~

 

i will make you brooches and toys for

your delight

Of birdsong at morning and starshine at

night.

~Robert Louis Stevenson~

 

When one loves somebody

everything is clear - where to go,

what to do - it all takes care of

itself and one doesn't have to ask

anybody about anything.

~Maxim Gorki~

 

And now, another wonderful Soul song from Kirtana, she who breaks my Heart

each and every time i hear her sing -

 

If I Could Give You Anything

 

Is there something I can offer you

As a token of my gratitude

Every gesture seems so small

Still I'd like to try

I could bring you flowers

Flowers would be sweet

I could find your favorite kind

And lay them at your feet

But flowers fade and die...

 

I would rather be the ground

In which flower's grown

Through which your feet must pass

>From which all seeds are sown

If I could give you anything

I would be the ground

 

Is there some place that you'd like to see

Some corner of the galaxy

Name it and I'll take you there

For I have learned to fly

I could show you azure skies

Or multi-colored orbs of light

Glittering before your eyes

Like jewels in the night:

And they would make you sigh

 

But I would rather be the space

In which our lives are hung

The silent, unseen thread

Through which these stars are strung

If I could take you anywhere

I would be the sky

 

If I could find a way

To tell you what my heart would say

I could finally sing this love

And it would make you cry

But I have never found the words

That can speak this grace

That is why I must rely

On a gestureless embrace

Even so I try

 

But I would rather be the love

>From which attempts arise

The origin of poetry

And of these tears that flood my eyes

If I could tell you anything

I would be the love

 

If I could give you anything

If I could take you anywhere

I would be the ground

I would be the sky

I would be the love

 

I am the ground

I am the sky

I am the love

 

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

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