Guest guest Posted July 5, 2002 Report Share Posted July 5, 2002 Try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it. Be a spot of ground where nothing is growing, where something might be planted, a seed, possibly, from the Absolute. That's it! We are all seeds possibly, from the Absolute! Blessings, Love, Zenbob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 5, 2002 Report Share Posted July 5, 2002 "The Fragile Vial" > I need a mouth as wide as the sky to say the nature of a True Person, language as large as longing. > The fragile vial inside me often breaks. No wonder I go mad and disappear for three days every month with the moon. > For anyone in love with you, it's always these invisible days. > I've lost the thread of the story I was telling. My elephant roams his dream of Hindustan again. Narrative, poetics, destroyed, my body, a dissolving, a return. > Friend, I've shrunk to a hair trying to say your story. Would you tell mine? I've made up so many love stories. Now I feel fictional. Tell me! The truth is, you are speaking, not me. I am Sinai, and you are Moses walking there. This poetry is an echo of what you say. A piece of land can't speak, or know anything! Or if it can, only within limits. > The body is a device to calculate the astronomy of the spirit. Look through that astrolabe and become oceanic. > Why this distracted talk? It's not my fault I rave. You did this. Do you approve of my love-madness? > Say yes. What language will you say it in, Arabic or Persian, or what? Once again, I must be tied up. Bring the curly ropes of your hair. Now I remember the story. A True Man stares at his old shoes and sheepskin jacket. Every day he goes up to his attic to look at his work-shoes and worn-out coat. This is his wisdom, to remember the original clay and not get drunk with ego and arrogance. > To visit those shoes and jacket is praise. > The Absolute works with nothing. The workshop, the materials are what does not exist. > Try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it. Be a spot of ground where nothing is growing, where something might be planted, a seed, possibly, from the Absolute. > -- Mathnawi V: 1884-1920, 1959-64 Poetic version by Coleman Barks "The Essential Rumi" HarperSanFrancisco, 1995 > ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ LoveAlways, Mazie Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: Click Here Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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