poems

You have forever touched my heart
but you’ll never know how
.....when you feel that gushing rush
.....leaving you soaking wet and full of fire
.....that’s me rollin' wit' you

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Thanks for all you are.
You rock my world.
Nothing much matters...
unless you feel inside....
....scintillating waves I touch,
keeps me opening doors.
All I want is the wind brushing my soul.

THIS PLACE WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW

This place where you are right now
God circled on a map for you.

Wherever your eyes and arms and heart can move
Against the earth and sky,
The Beloved has bowed there -

Our beloved has bowed there knowing
You were coming.

I could tell you a priceless secret about
Your real worth, dear pilgrim,

But any unkindness to yourself,
Any confusion about others,

Will keep one
From accepting the grace, the love,

The sublime freedom
Divine knowledge always offers to you.

Never mind, Hafiz, about
The great requirements this path demands
Of the wayfarers,

For your soul is too full of wine tonight
To withhold the wondrous Truth from this world.

But because I am so clever and generous,
I have already clearly woven a resplendent lock
Of His tresses

As a remarkable truth and gift
In this poem for you.

Hafiz

Moving Forward

The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
That I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can't reach.
With my senses, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
in the ponds broken off from the sky
my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes.

Rilke
Translated by Robert Bly

Morning Wind

The Morning Wind Spreads
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.
We must get up and take that in,
that wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it's gone.

Rumi - 'The Essential Rumi' - Coleman Barks

Two Hearts

The shortest way between two hearts:
Two arms
Extending to each other and occasionally
Touching another by finger tips only.

I'm running to the place of stairs,
Waiting is the body-acquiring of time;
I've got here very early, I can't find you,
It feels like something is being rehearsed.

Birds are gathering to migrate
I wish I would have loved you just for this.

translated by Talat S. Halman