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Hi Beloveds, let this be an answer....

 

Love, Light and peace,

Anna

 

 

 

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<sshomi

<Sunlight >

Monday, August 22, 2005 11:08 AM

[sunlight] " The Fragile Vial "

 

 

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> " The Fragile Vial "

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> I need a mouth as wide as the sky

> to say the nature of a True Person, language

> as large as longing.

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> The fragile vial inside me often breaks.

> No wonder I go mad and disappear for three days

> every month with the moon.

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> For anyone in love with you,

> it's always these invisible days.

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> 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.

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> 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.

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> The body is a device to calculate

> the astronomy of the spirit.

> Look through that astrolabe

> and become oceanic.

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> Why this distracted talk?

> It's not my fault I rave.

> You did this.

> Do you approve of my love-madness?

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> 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.

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> To visit those shoes and jacket

> is praise.

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> The Absolute works with nothing.

> The workshop, the materials

> are what does not exist.

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> 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.

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> -- Mathnawi V; 1884-1920; 1959-64

> Poetic version by Coleman Barks

> " The Essential Rumi "

> HarperSanFrancisco, 1995

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> Archive for Sunlight can be accessed at:

> Sunlight /messages

> To , please send an email to : sunlight-

> To , please send an email to:

> sunlight-

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