Saturday 20 October 2012

I see my beauty in you....by Rumi

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

2 comments:

  1. I see my beauty in you.
    I 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

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  2. My 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

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