Dreams of Love

 

on this journey may the good lord guide us

and may the goddess dance beside us

when you wrap your arms around me

when you take me close and say

that you're so happy and so glad you've found me

you take my rainy days and make them go away

    - sinead o'connor - dancing lessons

 

For this is wrong, if anything is wrong:

not to enlarge the freedom of a love

with all the inner freedom one can summon.

We need, in love, to practice only this:

letting each other go. For holding on

comes easily. We do not need to learn it.

    - Rilke (Requiem for a friend - 1909)

 

Be always thus before me, You dear, peerless, sacred one. Let us go upward together, You and I--as if up to the great star, each leaning on the other, each reposing in the other. And if sometimes I have to let my arm fall from Your shoulders for an interim, I fear nothing: on the next height You will smilingly receive the tired one. You are not a goal for me; You are a thousand goals. You are everything, and I know You in everything; and I am everything and direct everything Your way in my moving-toward-You.

    - Rilke's Florence Diary

 

lovey dovey lovey dovey all the tiiiime!

    - Steve Miller

 

Love is all there is

it makes the world go round

Love and only love,

it can't be denied

no matter what you think about it

you just won't be able to do without it

    - Bob Dylan

 

Now all the fingers of this tree (darling) have

Hands, and all the hands have people; and

More each particular person is (my love)

Alive than every world can understand

 

And now you are and I am now and we’re

A mystery which will never happen again,

A miracle which has never happened before—

    -ee cummings

 

I have just three things to teach:

Simplicity, patience, compassion.

These three are your greatest treasures.

Simple in actions and in thoughts,

You return to the source of being.

Patient with both friends and enemies,

You accord with the way things are.

Compassionate toward yourself,

You reconcile all beings in the world.

    - Lao Tzu

 

We are people who need to love, because

Love is the soul’s life,

 

Love is simply creation’s greatest joy

 

Through the stairway of existence,

O, through the stairway of existence, Hafiz,

 

Have you now come,

Have we all now come to

The Beloved’s Door.

    - Hafiz

 

Now like a singing air creature

I feel the Rose

Keep opening

 

My heart turned to effulgent wings.

When has love not given freedom”

When has adoration not made one free?

    - Hafiz

 

Holy Spirit

Giving life to all life,

Moving all creatures,

Root of all things,

Washing them clean,

Wiping out their mistakes,

Healing their wounds,

You are our true life,

Luminous, wonderful,

Awakening the heart

From its ancient sleep.

    -Hildegard of Bingen

 

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

There is a field, I’ll see you there.

 

When the soul lies down in that grass,

The world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

Doesn’t make any sense.

    - Rumi

 

My heart was split, and a flower

Appeared: and grace sprang up;

You split me, tore my heart

Open, filled me with love.

You poured your spirit into me;

I knew you as I know myself.

Speaking waters touched me

From your fountain, the source of life.

I swallowed them and was drunk

With the water that never dies.

And my drunkenness was insights,

Intimacy with your spirit.

 

And you have made all things new;

You have showed me all things shining.

You have granted me perfect ease;

I have become like Paradise,

A garden whose fruit is joy;

And you are the sun upon me.

My eyes are radiant with your spirit;

My nostrils fill with your fragrance.

My ears delight in your music,

And my face is covered with your dew.

 

Blessed are the men and women

Who are planted on your earth, in your garden,

Who grow as your trees and flowers grow,

Who transform their darkness to light.

Their roots plunge into darkness;

Their faces turn toward the light.

 

All those who love you are beautiful;

They overflow with your presence

So that they can do nothing but good.

There is infinite space in your garden;

All men, all women are welcome here;

All they need do is enter.

    - the Odes of  Solomon

 

The drunkards are rolling in slowly, those who hold to wine are

Approaching.

The lovers come, singing, from the garden, the ones with

Brilliant eyes.

 

The I-don’t-want-to-lives are leaving, and the I-want-to-lives

Are arriving.

They have gold sold into their clothes, sewn in for those who

Have none.

 

Those with ribs showing who have been grazing in the old

Pasture of love

Are turning up fat and frisky.

 

The souls of pure teachers are arriving like rays of sunlight

From so far up to the ground-huggers.

 

How marvelous is that garden, where apples and pears, both for

The sake of the two Marys,

Are arriving even in winter.

 

Those apples grown from the Gift, and sink back into the Gift.

It must be that they are coming from the garden to the garden.

    - Rumi

 

Outside, the freezing desert night.

This other night inside grows warm, kindling.

Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust.

We have a soft garden in here.

The continents blasted,

Cities and little towns, everything

Becomes a scorched, blackened ball.

 

The news we hear is full of grief for that future,

But the real news inside here

Is there’s no news at all.

    - Rumi

 

Your angel makes camp

Near those who are brushed by awe

Who taste and see your goodness—

Happy are they who trust you

 

Holy ones, be awestruck in God

And you’ll want nothing more

Young lions crave and go prowling

But those who seek you are satisfied

 

Come, children, listen to me

I will teach you how to fall back in awe

Who has a passion for life

Loves every day and exults in happiness?

     - Psalm 34 (Norman Fisher, Opening To You, Zen-Inspired Psalm translations)

 

How precious is your kindness!

And those who seek your wide wings’ shelter—

They will be satisfied with your provisions

They will drink the delights of your streams

For you are life’s wellspring

You are the light within the light

    - Psalm 36 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)

                              

 XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed,

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

    - Wm Shakespeare

 

I sing a new song to you and the earth sings too…

Day by day announcing the utter presence of things…

 

You are each place and each thing

And nowhere and nothing

No praise and all praise

No word and all words

Touch this…

 

Recognize this light and this power

Bathe your face in the luminous circle of its named

namelessness

Place your body there, making it a gift—

 

I offer you this life

In the beauty of the dappled world

Trembling before you

Earth’s utter presence

 

Let the heavens rejoice

Let the earth dance

Let the sea churn with all the life that’s in it

Let the fields burst with plenty

And the trees of the forest brim with dignity

In song to you who comes with justice

Who comes with the sweetness of truth

    - Psalm 96 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)

 

XXIX

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself, and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,

Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.                           

    - Wm Shakespeare

 

CXVI

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

    - Wm Shakespeare

 

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.

My beloved spoke, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

    - song of Solomon 2:8-16

 

your lightning flashes through the world

the earth is convulsed at the sight

mountains melt like wax at your presence

    - psalm 97 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)

 

protect me from fear

for I place my trust only in you

my soul has said, “You are my guardian

sole foundation of my happiness

and I will find my delight

in all that is yours on earth” …

 

You, only you

 

Are my share and my cup

You have drawn my lot

And it has fallen out agreeably

 

Lovely indeed is my estate

My heritage is pleasant to me

I bless you who brought me this day

And even at night in the trying times

My trembling body is tethered to you

 

Your presence is always before me

In all the deeds of my hand

I will not be shaken from it

So my heart rejoices

My spirit is glad

And my body rests secure

 

For you will not abandon my soul to the darkness

You will not suffer me to be overwhelmed in terror

You will teach me the path toward life

     - Psalm 16 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)

 

A woman is so frail and you remember her

A man so small and you think of him

 

And yet

In you woman and man become as angels

Crowned with a luminous presence

And you have given them care for the works of your hands

Placed the solid ground under their feet…

    - Psalm 8 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)

 

like bees from a hive in the sunlight

only you live, blessed, my rock

exalted, my protection

only you who lifted me up

and placed all my hatred under me

you who saved me from hatred

and lifted me high above it

who anointed me with loving-kindness

    - Psalm 18 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)

 

there is no speech, no language

their voice falls silent

yet the music plays everywhere

to the end of the earth its clear notes float out

to the end of the worlds the words pronounced

become a tabernacle for the sun

that comes out like a bridegroom from his chamber

a robust runner to run his day’s course

to the end of the heavens he races

and back again he returns

and there is nothing hidden from his heat

 

your pattern is perfection

it quiets the soul that knows it

and its eloquent expression

makes everything clear

so that even the simple are wise

 

your ways are upright

making the heart glad

your distances are clear

washing out the eyes…

what you require is just

for it is nothing but the truth…

 

may these words of my mouth

and these meditations of my heart

be acceptable to you

my rock, my release.

    - psalm 19 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)

 

your flame kindles all that lives and breathes

and you are the motive force of all activity

the yearning of the grasses, the lovers’ ardor

    - psalm 22 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)

 

who can rest in your tent?

Who can stand on your mountain?

 

The one who walks upright

Does what is good

Utters true words of the heart

And does not deceive with the tongue

Who does no harm to a neighbor

And never reproaches others

Who sees crookedness for what it is

And honors the truth that flows from you

Whose word is firm even in difficulty

Who gives asking nothing in return

And does not seek advantage

At the expense of the innocent

    - psalm 15 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)

 

you are my shepherd, I am content

you lead me to rest in the sweet grasses

to lie down by the quiet waters

and I am refreshed

 

you lead me down the right path

the path that unwinds in the pattern of your name…

 

you prepare a table for me

in the midst of my adversity

and moisten my head with oil

 

surely my cup is overflowing

and goodness and kindness will follow me

all the days of my life

and in the long days beyond

I will always live within your house

    - psalm 23 (N. Fisher, Opening To You)

 

Go, eat your bread with joy and drink your wine with a merry heart, because it is now that God favors your works. At all times let your garments be white, and spare not the perfume for your head. Enjoy life with the wife whom you love, all the days of the fleeting life that is granted under the sun. This is your lot in life, for the toil of your labors under the sun.

    - ecclesiastes 9:7-9

 

Set me as a seal on your heart

As a tattoo on your arm;

For stern as death is love,

Relentless as the nether world is devotion;

Its flames are a blazing fire.

Deep waters cannot quench love,

Nor floods sweep it away.

    - song of songs 8:6-7

 

let us love in deed and truth

and not merely talk about it

    - 1 John 3:18

 

Your love is a great mystery

It is like an eternal lake

Whose waters are always still and clear like glass.

Looking into it you can see

The truth about your life.

 

It is like a deep well

Whose waters are cool and pure.

Drinking from it you can be reborn.

 

You do not have to stir the waters

Or dig the well.

Merely see yourself clearly

And drink deeply.

    - Lao Tzu, interp. By William Martin

 

It is good to know strength

But always return to flexibility.

If you can cradle your beloved in your arms

In nurturing kindness,

Love will flow through you.

 

It is good to work for change,

But always return to what is.

If you accept all things whether painful or joyful.

You will always know

That you belong to each other

And to the Tao.

    - Lao Tzu, interp. By William Martin

 

Your love requires space in which to grow

This space must be safe enough

To allow your hearts to be revealed.

    - ???

 

The love of God, unutterable and perfect, flows into a pure soul the way light rushes into a transparent object. The more love we receive, the more love we shine forth; so that, as we grow clear and open, the more complete the joy of loving is.

 

And the more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love for, mirror-like, each soul reflects the other.

    - Dante Alighieri

 

Come live with me and be my love

And we will all the pleasures prove

That hills and valleys, dales and fields

And all the craggy mountains yields.

    - Christopher Marlowe

 

O, my luve’s like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June;

O, my luve’s like the melodie

That’s sweetly played in tune.

    - Robert Burns

 

I love thee to the level of everyday’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight…

I love thee with the passion put to us

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seem to lose

With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!

    - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 

Search we sky or earth

There is nothing out of Love

Hath perpetual worth:

All things flag but only Love,

All things fail and flee;

There is nothing left but Love…

    - Christina Rosetti

 

When our two souls stand up erect and strong.

Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,

Until the lengthening winds break into fire

At either curved point, -- what bitter wrong

Can the earth do us, that we should not long

Be here contented! Think. In mounting higher,

The angels would press on us and aspire

To drop some golden orb of perfect song

Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay

Rather on earth, Beloved, -- where the unfit

Contrarious mood of men recoil away

And isolate pure spirits, and permit

A place to stand and love in for a way

With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.

    - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 

with all the forces of the universe you created, we pray for harmony

and true happiness as we forever grow young together

    - Cherokee prayer

 

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,

And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,

Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover

The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,

Though the hills be held in shadows, and the sea a dark wonder

And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,

Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;

The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter

These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

    - William Morris

 

Give all to love

Obey thy heart

    - Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly: what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

    - the fox to the Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Expury

 

Listen! I will be honest with you. I do not offer the old

Smooth prizes, but I offer rough new prizes.

 

These are the days that must happen to you:

You shall not heap up what is called riches,

You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve.

However sweet the laid-up stores.

However convenient the dwelling,

You shall not remain there.

However sheltered the port, and however calm the waters,

You shall not anchor there.

However welcome the hospitality that welcomes you,

You are permitted to receive it but a little while.

Afoot and lighthearted, take to the open road,

Healthy, free, the world before you,

The long brown path before you leading wherever you choose.

 

Say only to one another:

Camerado, I give you my hand!

I give you my love more precious than money,

I give you myself before preaching or law:

Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?

Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

    - Walt Whitman, from Song of the Open Road

 

She asks, “Do you love me or yourself more?

Really, tell the absolute truth.”

 

He says, “There’s nothing left of me.

I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise.

Is it still a stone, or a world

Made of redness? It has no resistance

To sunlight.”

    - Rumi

 

Nothing can help me but that beauty.

There was a dawn I remember

 

When my soul heard something

From your soul. I drank water

 

From your spring and felt

The current take me.

    -Rumi

 

You that love lovers,

This is your home. Welcome!

 

In the midst of making form, love

Made this form that melts form,

With love for the door,

Soul the vestibule.

 

Watch the dust grains moving

In the light near the window.

 

Their dance is our dance.

 

We rarely hear the inward music,

But we’re all dancing to it nevertheless,

 

Directed by the one who teaches us,

The pure joy of the sun,

Our music master.

 

When I am with you, we stay up all night.

When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.

 

Praise God for these two insomnias!

And the difference between them.

 

The minute I heard my first love story

I started looking for you, not knowing

How blind that was.

 

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.

They’re in each other all along.

 

We are the mirror as well as the face in it.

We are tasting the taste of this minute

Of eternity. We are pain

And what cures pain, both. We are

The sweet cold water and the jar that pours.

 

I want to hold you close like a lute,

So we can cry out with loving.

 

You would rather throw stones at a mirror?

I am your mirror, and here are the stones.

    - Rumi

 

The stars come up spinning

Every night, bewildered in love.

They’d say,

“How long do we have to do this!”

    - Rumi

 

Love is the reality, and poetry is the drum

That calls us to that.

    - Rumi

 

Love one another, but make not a bond of love;

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

 

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.

For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together yet not too near together:

For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

    - Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

 

And another thing. Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not the breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion… That is just being “in love,” which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

    - Louis De Bernieres, Corelli’s Mandolin

 

oh, i'd give this world

just to dream a dream with you

on a bed

of california stars

    - wilco and billy bragg singing woody guthrie

 

come my love come bravely to me

let your heart be still

for our time has come my tender one

to be free of will

and fly

blind on fearless love

let them wild winds blow

we'll shine

on all we're fearful of

then we'll let it go

    - bonnie raitt singin dillon o'brian, fearless love:

 

If equal affection cannot be,

Let the more loving one be me

    - WH Auden

 

Sweet wonderful you

You make me happy

With the things that you do

- Fleetwood Mac

 

Two birds bound together

Even though they possess four wings

Cannot fly

    - Chinese proverb

 

The greatest thing that you will ever learn

is just to love and be loved in return.

    - ??

 

Let love rule.

    - Lenny Kravitz

 

When we're gone, long gone,

the only thing that will have mattered

is the love that we shared, and the way that we cared,

when we're gone, long gone.

    - Kierean Kane/James Paul O’Hara

 

I can live no longer by thinking  - Orlando, As You Like It

 

Apology

 

A word sticks in the wind's throat;

A wind-launch drifts in the swells of rye;

Sometimes, in broad silence,

The hanging apples distil their darkness.

 

You, in a green dress, calling, and with brown hair,

Who come by the field-path now, whose name I say

Softly, forgive me love if also I call you

Wind's word, apple-heart, haven of grasses.

    - Richard Wilbur

 

Masons, when they start upon a building,

Are careful to test out the scaffolding;

 

Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,

Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.

 

And yet all this comes down when the job’s done

Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.

 

So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be

Old bridges breaking between you and me

 

Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall

Confident that we have built our wall.

    - Seamus Heany

 

As a man and woman make

A garden between them like

A bed of stars, here

They linger in the summer evening

And the evening turns

Cold with their terror: it

Could all end, it is capable

Of devastation. All, all

Can be lost, through scented air

The narrow columns

Uselessly rising, and beyond

A churning sea of poppies—

 

Hush, beloved. It doesn’t matter to me

How many summers I live to return:

This one summer we have entered eternity.

I felt your two hands

Bury me to release its splendor.

    - Louise Gluck

 

When I see your face, the stones start spinning!

You appear; all studying wanders.

I lose my place.

 

Water turns pearly.

Fire dies down and doesn't destroy.

 

In your presence I don't want what I thought

I wanted, those three little hanging lamps.

 

Inside your face the ancient manuscripts

seem like rusty mirrors.

 

You breathe; new shapes appear,

and the music of a desire as widespread

as Spring begins to move

like a great wagon.

   - Rumi

 

I would love to kiss you.

The price of kissing is your life.

 

Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,

What a bargain, let’s buy it.

- Rumi

 

Zuleikha let everything be the name of Joseph, from celery seed

to aloes wood. She loved him so much she concealed his name

in many different phrases, the inner meanings

known only to her. When she said, The wax is softening

near the fire, she meant, My love is wanting me.

Or if she said, Look, The moon is up or The willow has new leaves

or The branches are trembling or The coriander seeds

have caught fire or The roses are opening

or The king is in a good mood today or Isn’t that lucky?

or The furniture needs dusting or

The water carrier is here or It's almost daylight or

These vegetables are perfect or The bread needs more salt

or The clouds seem to be moving against the wind

or My head hurts or My headache's better,

anything she praises, it's Joseph's touch she means,

any complaint, it's his being away.

When she's hungry, it's for him. Thirsty, his name is sherbet.

Cold, he's a fur. This is what the Friend can do

when one is in such love. Sensual people use the holy names

often, but they don't work for them.

The miracle Jesus did by being the name of God,

Zuleikha felt in the name of Joseph.

 

When one is united to the core of another, to speak of that

is to breathe the name Hu, empty of self and filled

with love. As the saying goes, The pot drips what’s in it.

The saffron spice of connecting, laughter.

The onion smell of separation, crying.

Others have many things and people they love.

This is not the way of the friend and the Friend.

- Rumi

 

My love wanders the rooms, melodious,

flute notes, plucked wires,

full of a wine the Magi drank

on the way to Bethlehem.

 

We are three. The moon comes

from its quiet corner, puts a pitcher of water

down in the center. The circle

of surface flames.

 

One of us kneels to kiss the threshold.

 

One drinks, with wine-flames playing over his face.

 

One watches the gathering,

and says to any cold onlookers:

 

This dance is the joy of existence.

 

I am filled with you.

Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul.

There's no room for lack of trust, or trust.

Nothing in this existence but that existence.

- Rumi

 

If you want what visible reality

can give, you're an employee.

 

If you want the unseen world,

you're not living your truth.

 

Both wishes are foolish,

but you'll be forgiven for forgetting

that what you really want is

love's confusing joy.

 

Gamble everything for love,

if you’re a true human being.

 

If not, leave this gathering.

 

Half-heartedness doesn’t reach

into majesty. You set out

to find God, but you keep

stopping for periods

at mean-spirited roadhouses.

- Rumi

 

When I remember your love,

I weep, and when I hear people

talking of you,

something in my chest,

where nothing much happens now,

moves as in sleep.

 

All our lives we've looked

into each other's faces.

That was the case today too.

 

How do we keep our love-secret?

We speak from brow to brow

and hear with our eyes.

 

----

 

The way of love is not

a subtle argument.

 

The door there

is devastation.

 

Birds make great sky-circles

of their freedom.

How do they learn it?

 

They fall, and falling,

They’re given wings.

 

Let your throat-song

be clear and strong enough

 

to make an emperor fall full-length,

suppliant, at the door.

- Rumi

 

I have phrases and whole pages memorized,

but nothing can be told of love.

 

You must wait until you and I

are living together.

 

In the conversation we'll have

then ... be patient . . . then.

 

--

 

You've so distracted me,

your absence fans my love.

Don't ask how.

 

Then you come near.

"Do not...," I say, and

"Do not...," you answer.

 

Don't ask why

this delights me.

- Rumi

 

You bind me, and I tear away in a rage to open out

into air, a round brightness, a candlepoint,

all reason, all love.

 

This confusing joy, your doing,

this hangover, your tender thorn.

 

You turn to look, I turn.

I’m not saying this is right.

 

I’m a jailed crazy who ties up spirit-women.

I am Solomon.

 

What goes comes back. Come back.

We never left each other.

 

A disbeliever hides disbelief,

but I will say his secret.

 

More and more awake, getting up at night,

spinning and falling with love for Shams.

- Rumi

 

In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill

only the best, none of the weak or deformed.

Don’t run away from this dying.

Whoever’s not killed for love is dead meat.

- Rumi

 

This moment this love comes to rest in me,

many beings in one being.

In one wheat grain a thousand sheaf stacks.

Inside the needle’s eye a turning night of stars.

- Rumi

*             *             *             *

 

You are the moon;

your darkness always a mystery to me;

still I know you.

 

You are the sun;

your light greater than my eyes;

no matter – I know you.

 

You are the earth;

the force of life emerges from within you;

your source is invisible to me,

still I know.

 

You are the wind;

seen only by the leaves in motion;

but I feel you; I know.

 

You are the water;

you flow inside me.

 

You are my living mystery;

I know you not, yet I know you still.

 

You are my journey,

to know how love exists in the cosmos.

 

*             *             *             *

 

Switch out the light, my love.

We’ll lie together, legs entwined,

Night’s grimness beyond the panes –

senses flickering out –

dim particles of light scattering –

dreams rising to buoyancy

as if tomorrow will never be.

 

*             *             *             *

 

A subtle weave of hopes

is love’s opening.

Deeds come next,

for love is merely borne on air

like scatterings of light.

Deeds to transduce formless, groundless love

into historical truth.

Deed upon deed,

word upon word,

making true.

 

*             *             *             *

 

We all want to love and be loved.

Who has the knowledge of how to love? Is it taught in school?

 

*             *             *             *

 

When the river flows beneath raindrops,

               it sounds, let all go -----

While the cloudburst falls in pinpoints on the ground,

               it calls, I believe in you -----

As the earth is warmed roundly by the sun,

               it breathes, value without bounds -----

While wind blows through the sunlit air,

               it whistles, love is in you and around you -----

Each moment whispers while passing,

               listen to your heart.

 

*             *             *             *

 

You are the blood gushing through my veins

the coursing of my heart

sustainer, the patter of my feet

beating of my hands

drum of my mind, my eyes

reaching to, wrapping around you

You, thunder, o,

lightning the quiver of my belly

you, night lifting, forcing gravity,

rotater, you bring the sun

behind nubis tears,

you walk with me ever.

Dance! O fool, I am. To the peals,

the running river, the swells,

the printed path, the echo of soft heels, soles,

the clap of a kiss,

your touch, for the longing

of night to first light's thunder,

you, the sky, me, under.

 

*             *             *             *

 

You can become the stars in the sky,

you, heaven-endowed.

So travel the nightways

to my bed.

Pour your star-milk

into my glass.

Bring me a star-crumble

in my sleep.

Drive up my dusty road

in your star-wheeled truck.

Take the sparks that crackle in your mouth

and blow them across my shoulders.

Rain your star-water

over my misty jungle.

Shoot across my sky,

bring me a dream.

 

*             *             *             *

 

You in green and purple

in mist, and white,

you, the soul of creation,

you, the pregnant void,

the nothingness, the fullness,

the birther, the mother of beauty,

you,

The jewel of all the world’s blue,

You.

 

*             *             *             *

 

At the end of the day

don’t you want

a shoulder to lean on

a hand to touch

a cheek to kiss?

That's what I want.

I want yours.