Only You
I choose
among the entire world
is it fair
of You
letting me be unhappy
my heart
is a pen
in your hand
it is all
up to you
to write me happy or sad
I see only
what you reveal
and live as you say
all my feelings
have the color
you desire to paint
from the beginning
to the end
no one but you
please make
my future
better than the past
when you hide
i change
to a Godless person
and when you
appear
I find my faith
don't expect
to find any more in me
than what you give
don't search for
hidden pockets because
i've shown you that
all I have
is all you gave.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The illumined Soul
Never for a moment did he cease from listening to music and dancing;
Never did he rest by day or night.
He had been a mufti: he became a poet.
He had been an ascetic: he became intoxicated by Love.
'Twas not the wine of grape: the illumined soul drinks only the wine of light!
Never did he rest by day or night.
He had been a mufti: he became a poet.
He had been an ascetic: he became intoxicated by Love.
'Twas not the wine of grape: the illumined soul drinks only the wine of light!
Rubayat, Rumi
Does thou suppose
I do as I command,
Or, as the moment goes,
I am in my own hand?
As a pen I lie
Before my scrivener,
Or like a ball am, I
My mallet's prisoner
I do as I command,
Or, as the moment goes,
I am in my own hand?
As a pen I lie
Before my scrivener,
Or like a ball am, I
My mallet's prisoner
Rubayat, Rumi
Love came and went again,
Like blood within my flesh and vein;
From self Love set me free
And with the Friend completed me.
Only remains my name;
My beings every particle
The Friend took for His claim,
And so the Friend became my whole
Like blood within my flesh and vein;
From self Love set me free
And with the Friend completed me.
Only remains my name;
My beings every particle
The Friend took for His claim,
And so the Friend became my whole
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