बुधवार, 2 जून 2010

Form is ecstatic




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There is a shimmering excitement in
being sentient and shaped.  The
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caravan master sees his camels lost
in it, nose to tail, as he himself is,
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his friend, and the stranger coming
toward them.  A gardener watches the
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sky break into song, cloud wobbly with
what it is.  Bud, thorn, the same.
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Wind, water, wandering this essential 
state.  Fire, ground, gone.  That's
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how it is with the outside.  Form
is ecstatic...
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~ Rumi
from:  The Soul of Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks
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