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| I see my beauty in you. I become a mirror that cannot close its eyes to your longing. My eyes wet with yours in the early light. My mind every moment giving birth,
always conceiving, always in the the ninth month….
And then, an empty sky and everything is soul and flowering. Everything is soul and flowering. Every thing is soul and flowering. How do I stand this? We become these words we say…. This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say. I don’t plan it. When I’m outside the saying of it, I hardly speak at all. ~ Rumi |
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Saturday, 20 October 2012
I see my beauty in you....by Rumi
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I see my beauty in you.
ReplyDeleteI become a mirror that
cannot close his eyes
to your longing.
My eyes wet with yours
in the early light.
My mind every moment
giving birth.
Always conceiving,
always in the ninth month.
Always the come-point.
How do I stand this?
We become these words
we say,
a wailing sound moving
out into the air.
These thousands of worlds
that rise from nowhere,
how does your face
contain them?
I’m a fly in your honey,
then closer,
a moth caught
in flame’s allure,
then empty sky
stretched out in homage.
~ Mevlana Jelalu'ddin Rumi
♥
ReplyDeleteMy souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
♥
Every drop of blood I spill
Informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
When I participate in love
♥