Daily Archives: December 20, 2008

orange tulips, Brighten up and cast away Your bitter smile

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orange tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d


Come On My Sweetheart

Come On Sweetheart
Lets adore one another
Before there is no one of you and me.

A mirror tells the truth
Look at your grim face,
Brighten up and cast away
Your bitter smile.

A generous friend gives life for a friend
Let’s rise above this animalistic behavior
And be kind to one another.

Once you think of me
Dead and gone
You will make up with me
You will miss me
You may even adore me.

Why be a worshiper of the dead?
Think of me as a goner
Come and make up now.

Since you will come
And throw kisses
At my tombstone later
Why not give them to me now?

This is me
That same person.

I may talk too much
but my heart is silence.
What else can I do?
I am condemned to live this life.

Spite darkens friendships
Why not cast away
Malice from our heart….

Mevlana

purple tulip, Keep your face there close

purple tulip, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

purple tulip, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

Like this

If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,

Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,

Like this.

If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,
or what “God’s fragrance” means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.

Like this.

When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.

Like this.

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.

Like this. Like this.

When someone asks what it means
to “die for love,” point
here.

If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.

This tall.

The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.

Like this.

When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.

Like this.

I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.

Like this.

When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.

Like this.

How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?

Huuuuu.

How did Jacob’s sight return?

Huuuu.

A little wind cleans the eyes.

Like this.

When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us

Like this.

Mevlana

From ‘The Essential Rumi’, Translations by Coleman Barks with John Moyne