Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Monday, May 28, 2012

With passion pray.
With passion make love.
With passion eat and drink and dance and play.
Why look like a dead fish
in this ocean of God?


Sunday, May 27, 2012

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Friday, May 4, 2012

If we come to sleep
we are His drowsy ones
And if we come to wake
we are in His hands

If we come to weeping
we are His cloud full of raindrops
And if we come to laughing
we are His lightning in that moment

If we come to anger and battle
it is the reflection of His wrath
And if we come to peace and pardon
it is the reflection of His love

Who are we in this complicated world?”

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

“A Thirsty Fish" - Rumi

Subhan'Allah, Rumi can never cease to amaze me.

I don't get tired of you. Don't grow weary
of being compassionate toward me!

All this thirst equipment
must surely be tired of me,
the waterjar, the water carrier.

I have a thirsty fish in me
that can never find enough
of what it's thirsty for!

Show me the way to the ocean!
Break these half-measures,
these small containers.

All this fantasy
and grief.

Let my house be drowned in the wave
that rose last night in the courtyard
hidden in the center of my chest.

Joseph fell like the moon into my well.
The harvest I expected was washed away.
But no matter.

A fire has risen above my tombstone hat.
I don't want learning, or dignity,
or respectability.

I want this music and this dawn
and the warmth of your cheek against mine.

The grief-armies assemble,
but I'm not going with them.

This is how it always is
when I finish a poem.

A great silence comes over me,
and I wonder why I ever thought
to use language.” - Rumi
“Take someone who doesn't keep score,
who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing,
who has not the slightest interest even
in his own personality: he's free.”

“Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others' faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.” -Rumi
“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.” - Rumi