He says, "we are misquoted texts, made right when you say us."
and
we are returning.
Leave the rind and descend into the pith.
It is sweet and sour and no soap can take away your stickiness.
Fill with gratitude, chew a piece of sugarcane!
I am in love with the one to whom everything belongs!
Listen to the voice that says, it was for you I created the universe, then kill and be killed in love.
What is love?
He says, "love comes with a knife."
There are love stories and then there is obliteration into love!
Live that laughing silence of falling so madly in love.
Laughter is the lover's way!
yet, sometimes in the mad-house they gnaw on their chains -
This world is drenched with that drowning.
He says, "you must dive naked deeper, under, a thousand times deeper!"
some knots tighten, some loosen -
Open completely!
Lukewarm won't do : You're infinitely more alive.
You know, a lover doesn't fit in groups very well or with himself.
If you would just soak again the evening sky your garnet red,
then each candle moment could call upon new moths,
and I could pick a pick pocket's pocket.
I hurt and have sharp desire.
You cannot imagine how little it matters to me what people say!
My words are fire.
I have nothing to do with being famous or making grand judgements or know of shame.
When one of those generous ones invites you into his fire, go quickly!
Don't say,
"But will it burn me?
will it hurt?"
Gazelle and lioness walking together, soul light and sun, the same.You are the truth from foot to brow, now what else would you like to know?
I'll tell you, God-lovers, mostly in another world, read another book, with another eye,
So don't insist on going where you think you want to go, ask the way to the spring!
These sweet-jelly eyes we see with were so skillfully devised -
I could tell you your faces are very beautiful,
but they are wooden cages.
Would you believe me?
Don't search for one of your names, move beyond attachment to names.
Be ground, be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
Work in the invisible world, he says,
even more than you do in this world.
Then you will know what love is!
And how to drown fully - as your breath increases - and fire is only fire when you burn yourself fully from within.
He says , "I am every spark, and every soul, and all the sugar in the world couldn't bribe me to leave your side."
And this is,
the soul,
of Rumi.
and the soul of all I know within,
and my lover is my beloved, and my beloved is my bone and blood - soul and organ - trash and treasure.
and love is love and love is less than the sum of it's parts - since it means nothing unless you feel YAH streaming through your veins!
and
we are returning.
Leave the rind and descend into the pith.
It is sweet and sour and no soap can take away your stickiness.
Fill with gratitude, chew a piece of sugarcane!
I am in love with the one to whom everything belongs!
Listen to the voice that says, it was for you I created the universe, then kill and be killed in love.
What is love?
He says, "love comes with a knife."
There are love stories and then there is obliteration into love!
Live that laughing silence of falling so madly in love.
Laughter is the lover's way!
yet, sometimes in the mad-house they gnaw on their chains -
This world is drenched with that drowning.
He says, "you must dive naked deeper, under, a thousand times deeper!"
some knots tighten, some loosen -
Open completely!
Lukewarm won't do : You're infinitely more alive.
You know, a lover doesn't fit in groups very well or with himself.
If you would just soak again the evening sky your garnet red,
then each candle moment could call upon new moths,
and I could pick a pick pocket's pocket.
I hurt and have sharp desire.
You cannot imagine how little it matters to me what people say!
My words are fire.
I have nothing to do with being famous or making grand judgements or know of shame.
When one of those generous ones invites you into his fire, go quickly!
Don't say,
"But will it burn me?
will it hurt?"
Gazelle and lioness walking together, soul light and sun, the same.You are the truth from foot to brow, now what else would you like to know?
I'll tell you, God-lovers, mostly in another world, read another book, with another eye,
So don't insist on going where you think you want to go, ask the way to the spring!
These sweet-jelly eyes we see with were so skillfully devised -
I could tell you your faces are very beautiful,
but they are wooden cages.
Would you believe me?
Don't search for one of your names, move beyond attachment to names.
Be ground, be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
Work in the invisible world, he says,
even more than you do in this world.
Then you will know what love is!
And how to drown fully - as your breath increases - and fire is only fire when you burn yourself fully from within.
He says , "I am every spark, and every soul, and all the sugar in the world couldn't bribe me to leave your side."
And this is,
the soul,
of Rumi.
and the soul of all I know within,
and my lover is my beloved, and my beloved is my bone and blood - soul and organ - trash and treasure.
and love is love and love is less than the sum of it's parts - since it means nothing unless you feel YAH streaming through your veins!
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