Guest guest Posted November 6, 2003 Report Share Posted November 6, 2003 Write it. Can’t. Write about it, then. Like, uh, Yadda-YaDah, Dear Friend, like Yike and Rrrreeerr rippin’ it up through moi on lists, like Open-bowled Head Syndrome sieving me like Autumn sap from the tree of life, like baring the very bones you’ve been framed with, like Bearing the Beauty we are but cannot See… You see, DearOne, it seems like this is the gist of it, like the gristed me-work grinding, Dia-mondically Sutracized, like livin’ under the Wheels of Dharma’s ever-harmless, As-If, like been tryin’ fer pert near ridiculous reams of time to define It, like silly-straw sippin’ Suchness still sucking my heart-wounds, like Sad Sack faces left traceless in space, like, Well, like this, Like This … picture Boaty Dharma’s floating wall falling away. That’s not to say that today might necessarily be that day. Say ye this, “Like This?”…if this riff hits anyplace, anywhere, anyway near the Home. Today is that day, and, like this, The Heart is the Home. Drone on Sista…Go Sista, go, ..." like, Drive it in…Drive it out…like, Drive it Home, like, like, Like This! ~Image by Joseph Eagle: "The Beginning" Like This - Rumi If anyone asks youhow the perfect satisfactionof all our sexual wantingwill look, lift your faceand say, Like this. When someone mentions the gracefulnessof the nightsky, climb up on the roofand dance and say, Like this. If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,or what "God’s fragrance" means,lean your head toward him or her.Keep your face there close. Like this. When someone quotes the old poetic imageabout clouds gradually uncovering the moon,slowly loosen knot by knot the stringsof your robe. Like this. If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,don’t try to explain the miracle.Kiss me on the lips. Like this. Like this. When someone asks what it meansto "die for love," pointhere. If someone asks how tall I am, frownand measure with your fingers the spacebetween the creases on your forehead. This tall. The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.When someone doesn’t believe that,walk back into my house. Like this. When lovers moan,they’re telling our story. Like this. I am a sky where spirits live.Stare into this deepening blue,while the breeze says a secret. Like this. When someone asks what there is to do,light the candle in his hand.Like this. How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob? Huuuuu. How did Jacob’s sight return? Huuuu. A little wind cleans the eyes. Like this. When Shams comes back from Tabriz,he’ll put just his head around the edgeof the door to surprise us Like this. ~Rumi, ‘The Essential Rumi’, Translations by Coleman Barks with John Moyne Love, Mazie From Beethoven to the Rolling Stones, your favorite music is always playing on MSN Radio Plus. No ads, no talk. Trial month FREE! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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