... There is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.
Rumi
mercoledì 30 giugno 2010
lunedì 28 giugno 2010
A moment of happiness
A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul,
You and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation,
You and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together,
You and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
Rumi
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul,
You and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation,
You and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together,
You and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
Rumi
venerdì 25 giugno 2010
...
This lion of God
watches over me,
I sing as he roars.
He says, I've got you now.
...
I am your harp,
play me easy,
play me hard, or
don't touch my strings at all.
You know!
I think,
I've got You now.
Before I met you,
I had only one heart,
I had only one body,
I was only being.
But look at me now,
I've got You now.
from a poem translated by S. Shiva, Rumi
This lion of God
watches over me,
I sing as he roars.
He says, I've got you now.
...
I am your harp,
play me easy,
play me hard, or
don't touch my strings at all.
You know!
I think,
I've got You now.
Before I met you,
I had only one heart,
I had only one body,
I was only being.
But look at me now,
I've got You now.
from a poem translated by S. Shiva, Rumi
giovedì 17 giugno 2010
martedì 15 giugno 2010
giovedì 10 giugno 2010
lunedì 7 giugno 2010
venerdì 4 giugno 2010
mercoledì 2 giugno 2010
The Intellectual
The intellectual is always showing off,
the lover is always getting lost.
The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning,
the whole business of love is to drown in the sea.
Intellectuals plan their repose,
overs are ashamed to rest.
The lover is always alone, even surrounded with people,
like water and oil, he remains apart.
The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover gets nothing.
He's mocked by passion.
Love is like musk.
It attracts attention.
Love is a tree, and lovers are its shade.
Rumi
the lover is always getting lost.
The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning,
the whole business of love is to drown in the sea.
Intellectuals plan their repose,
overs are ashamed to rest.
The lover is always alone, even surrounded with people,
like water and oil, he remains apart.
The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover gets nothing.
He's mocked by passion.
Love is like musk.
It attracts attention.
Love is a tree, and lovers are its shade.
Rumi
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