बुधवार, 30 मार्च 2011

when love itself comes to kiss you



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When love itself comes to kiss you,
don't hold back!  When the king
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goes hunting, the forest smiles.
Now the king has become the place
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and all the players, prey, bystander,
bow, arrow, hand and release.  How
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does that feel?  Last night's dream
enters these open eyes.  When we die
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and turn to dust, each particle will
be the whole.  You hear a mote whirl
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taking form?  My music.  Love, calm,
patient.  The Friend has waded down
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into existence, gotten stuck, and 
will not be seen again outside of
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this.  We sometimes make spiderwebs
of smoke and saliva, fragile thought -
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packets.  Leave thinking to the one
who gave intelligence .  In silence
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there is eloquence.  Stop weaving,
and watch how the pattern improves.

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~ Rumi
from the soul of Rumi
translations by Coleman Barks
photo by elliot erwitt
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