The Pleiades

In absence, aloe wood burns fragrant.
The love we feel is smoke from that.

Existence get painted with non-existence,
its source, the fire behind a screen.

Smoke born of the fire hides the fire!
Pass through the smoke. Soul, a moving

river; body, the riverbed. Soul can
break the circle of fate and habit.

Take hold the hand of absence and let
it draw you through the Pleiades,

giving up wet and dry, hot and cold.
You become a confidante of Shams Tabriz.

You see clearly the glory of nothing
and stand, inexplicably, there.

sigh

ALWAYS GOOD TO HEAR RUMI/GIBRON, THX S1OWHAND

Out in Empty Sky

If you catch a fragrance of the unseen,
like that, you won't be able to be

contained. You'll be out in empty sky.
Any beauty the world has, any desire,

will easily be yours. As you live
deeper in the heart, the mirror gets

clearer and cleaner. Shams of Tabriz
realized God in himself. When that

happens, you have no anxieties about
losing anyone or anything. You break

the spells human difficulties cause.
Interpretations come, hundreds, from

all the religious symbols and parables
and prayers. You know what they mean,

when God lives through you like Shams.



-rumi

wow someone went digging!!


what was in that candle's light
that opened and consumed me so quickly?

there was a dawn i remember (i am in time ahead of you)
when my soul heard something from your soul.
I drank water from your spring and felt



the current take me

a toast,......


to each of us




that we be always able to offer the refreshment that we thirst for

Bl8nt



Did he write about "death" - what great poet wouldn't?

Please share

there is a smile and a gentleness
inside. When I learned the name

and address of that, I went to where
you sell perfuem. I begged you not

to trouble me so with longing. Come
out and play! Flirt more naturally.

Teach me how to kiss. On the ground
a spread blanket, flame that's caught

and burning well, cumin seeds browning,
I am inside all this with my soul.

Roxanne.....there is no death


just a welcoming home



on the day i die, when
i'm being carried towards the grave, don't weep
DON"T SAY...

she's gone!!! she's gone!!!

death is a coming together.
the tomb looks like a prison,
but it is really a release into union

the human seed grows down into the ground
like a bucket into a well where "holy water" is!!


it grows and comes up full with some unimagined beauty!
your mouth closes here
and immediately opens with a shout of JOYand a KISS ..there

One who does live as the friend of love
will never need a friend

there's a bankruptcy that's pure again
the moon stays bright where it doesn't avoid the night

a roses rarest essence lives within the thorn




rumi

you left the ground and sky weeping....

mind and soul full of grief! NO ONE CAN

take your place in existence! or in absence.
Both mourn.
the angels, the
prophets, and the sadness i feel
has taken from me
the taste of language,
so that i can't say the flavour of my being apart!!

The roof of the kingdom within has collapsed!!!

when i say the word YOU, i mean a hundred universes!!
Pouring grief water
or secret dripping in the heart
eyes in the head or eyes of the soul

i saw yesterday, that all these flow out
to find YOU when you're not here!

That bright fire bird Saladin, went like an arrow

and now the bow trembles and sobs

if you know how to weep for human beings

weep for me.

this is how a human being can change

there's a little worm, addicted to eating grape leaves
it's whole life is devoted to this delight!

suddenly !! it wakes up,call it grace or whatever
something wakes her and she is no longer a worm
!!!
she is the entire vineyard and the orchard too!!
the fruit the trunks and a growing wisdom and joy

that has no need to devour

there is a fire in me
it makes me weep
and melt like a candle
today i died for love
i opened like a rose
that drops to the ground
and i died laughing!!!!
a laughter that is my freedom!
my gift to the eternal

as moonlight shines back at the sun
i heard the call to come home and i have

Bl8nt

...yes, I understand ... a weak weepy moment though

Its all good

when light returns to the source
it takes nothing
of what it has illuminated.


it may have shown on a garbage dump or a garden
or in the center of a human eye



no matter...


it goes and when it does
the open plain becomes passionately desolate


wanting it back

for Sheryl

No more words.

Hear only the voice within.


RUMI