When your truth forsakes its shyness,
When your fears surrender to your strength
You will begin to experience
That all existence
Is a teaming sea of Infinite life.
In a handful of ocean water
You could not count all the finely tuned
Musicians
Who are acting stoned
For very intelligent and sane reasons
And of course are becoming extremely sweet
And wild.
In a handful of the sky and earth,
In a handful of God,
We cannot count
All the ecstatic lovers who are dancing there
Behind the mysterious veil.
True art reveals there is no void
Or darkness.
There is no loneliness to the clear-eyed mystic
In this luminous, brimming
Playful world.
HAFIZ
The Subject Tonight Is Love
60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz
Versions by Daniel Ladinsky
terça-feira, 25 de agosto de 2009
segunda-feira, 3 de agosto de 2009
Peak
The Peak, stood there defiant,
a master surveying it's employee
a proud dictator of the
old world order.
A Pick, was used against it
iron and diamond. The workers hand
sweat and blood trying to drill,
break throught.
To Peek, the curtain where all corruption
is height upon , compared and given smiling,
on a take-away box or a
fortune telling cookie.
A Pick, carved the proud stone mountain.
When tired, rested in it's jade green curves
of water and trees.
To Peek, the end of the fight,
as man falls on he's knees; a bow.
Divinity entangled on the maze
of mirrors and steel.
The Peak smiles of love for the
little brave man and impressed,
bends slowly towards the sea: a bridge.
Jesus was chinese by heart, he said, wherever he rested a pagoda was made.
Also all this swerving bridges where made to remind people that love/hate are entangled in everything and that it's no shame to feel.
Jesus was part of a minority; even when he's walking attitude reminded us of a master he kept he's heart closer to all the little ones.
Jesus is the foreign word for China's Big Heart and rare is the man who stumbles into this secret with a clean heart; for the others the way is as useless as a past joy.
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