Well, I've still nothing really to blog about so, I'll just post more Rumi.. I don't suppose anyone will mind yes?
We Cannot Decide
There has never been beauty like yours.
Your face, your eyes your presence.
We cannot decide which we love most,
your gracefulness or your generosity.
I came with many knots in my heart,
like the magician's rope.
You undid them all at once.
I see now the splendor of the student
and that of the teacher's art.
Love and this body sit inside your presence,
one demolished, the other drunk.
We smile. We weep, tree limbs
turning sere, then light green.
And power that comes through us is you.
Any wish. What does a rock know of April?
It is better to ask the flowery grass,
the jasmine, and the redbud branch.
Seeds And Rain
The mystery of action: We are seeds.
You are rain. A dear stain,
our seed coverings decay.
You mix with what is inside,
and a toast to the new begins:
A divine blade, the keen edge
of now. Now rest, for the soul
slides over these eyes, as Shams
Tabriz covers Shams Tabriz.
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