Eyewitness to the Truth ...
> > > > > The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. > We must get up and take that in, > that wind that lets us live. > Breathe, before it is gone. > > > I am so small I can barely be seen. > How can this great love be inside me? > LOOK AT YOUR EYES. THEY ARE SMALL, > BUT THEY SEE ENORMOUS THINGS. > > > Where is a foot worthy to walk a garden, > or an eye that deserves to look at trees? > Show me a man willing to be > thrown into the fire. > > > You speak and I start laughing. > Corpses come to life. > I'm trying not to talk gibberish today, > though totally lost and wandering. > > > No one is ever depressed with you. > Those receiving light give out light. > Secrets cannot be ke[pt > from a confidante. > > > Who says the eternal does not exist? > who says the sun has not gone out? > Someone who climbs up on the roof, and closes his eyes tight, > and says, I DON'T SEE ANYTHING. > > > When you feel your lips becoming infinite > and sweet, like the moon in the sky, > when you feel that spaciousness inside, > Shams of Tabriz will be there too. > > > A ruby with a sweet taste, > absorbing wine-light. I could tell you > that name of the grape, but why? > I serve one who keeps secrets. > > > Already tightly bound, we are wrapped with yet another chain. > We've lost everything, but here's another disaster. > Held in the curls of your hair, > we feel a rope around our neck. > > > Those on the way are almost invisible > to those who are not. A man or a woman > recognizes God and starts out. The others > say he, or she, is losing faith. > > > I want a poet who cannot leave the Friend. > If he could, and still be always in love, > he would be a master, or he couldn't > Give us poets like that. > > > The Sun is love. the lover, > a speck circling the sun. > A Spring wind moves to dance > any branch that isn't dead > > > Don't let your throat tighten > with fear. Take sips of breath > all day and night. Before death > closes your mouth > > > If I give up sanity, > I could fill a hundred versions of you. > There is no liquid like a tear > from a lover's eye. > > > I honor those who try > to rid themselves of any lying, > who empty the self > and have only clear being there. > > > God only knows, I don't, > what keeps me laughing. > The stem of a flower > moves when the air moves. > > > I reach for a piece of wood. It turns to a lute. > I do some meanness. It turns out helpful. > I say one must not travel during the Holy Month. > Then I start out, and wonderful things happen. > > > Never too many fish in a swift creek, > never too much water for fish to live in. > No place is too small for lovers, > nor can lovers see too much of the world > > > An ecstatic seed planted anywhere on earth > comes up with this crop we plant. > The music of a reed flute heard anywhere > floats in the air as proof of our loving > > > I say, BRING THE SIMPLE WINE THAT MAKES ME LOOSE AND FREE > You say, THERE'S A HURRICANE COMING! > and I say, LET'S HAVE SOME WINE THEN, > AND SIT HERE LIKE OLD STATUES AND WATCH. > > > The prophets all were commanded > to stay in the company of lovers. > We take warmth from the fire, but fire > goes out in the presence of ashes. > > > I planted roses, but without you they were thorns. > I hatched peacock eggs. Snakes were inside. > Played the harp, sour music. > I went to the eighth heaven. It was the lowest hell. > > > I say what I think I should do. > You say DIE > I say my lamp's oil has turned to water. > You say DIE > I say I burn like a moth in the candle > of your face. You say DIE. > > > Eyes. You say KEEP THEM OPEN. > Liver. You say KEEP IT WORKING. > I mention the heart-center. You ask, WHAT IS THERE? > Much love for you. KEEP IT FOR YOURSELF > > > Secrets try to enter our ears. Don't prevent them. > Don't hide your face. Don't let us > be without music and wine. Don't let us > breathe once without being where you are. > > > We're confused as lovers always are. > You walk in and out among the confusions, > unaffected, but anyone trying to follow you > will be confused. > > > Every day, this pain. Either you're numb > or you don't understand love. > I write out my love story. > You see the writing, but you don't read it. > > > The sun coming up brings clear wine-air. > Being sober is not living. > Listen to the longing of a stringless harp. > Stand watch over this burning. > > > You come closer, though you never left. > Water flows, and the stream stays full. > You are a bag of musk. We are the fragrance. > Is musk ever separated from its scent? > > > You come closer, though you never left. > Water flows, and the stream stays full. > > > Whispering at dawn: > "Don't keep from me what you know." > Answer: Some things are to understand > but not say. Be quiet. > > > I saw you last night in the gathering, > but could not take you openly in my arms, > so I put my lips next to your cheek, > pretending to talk privately. > > > > ...
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