let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love... rumi
Friday, December 22, 2017
Friday, December 8, 2017
Who is there to say this?
The true voice of what is
Does not need to speak
Because there is nothing else
Apart from it to listen.
Two men debating in a dream
However clever
Cannot come up with anything
The dreamer doesn't know already
Just as two lovers
Cannot better
Love
Without departing from itself
How can the one voice
Say its name?
Without dividing from itself
How can the undivided
See its face?
Mirrors and echoes alone
Are the world we call real -
But what we really are -
Who is there
To say this?
Kavita
Monday, December 4, 2017
Sunday, December 3, 2017
Good Medicine
Unbelief is good medicine, undoing belief
better:
all beings free to leave their being
and enter silence.
The nameless tree with its forest
of green,
the endless expanse called
sky, beaks and
feathered wings with their urgent
conversations;
all around, the light that sets the vital body
to humming,
and the dark of re-creation:
the world held for us in promise
until it is loosened from
our thinking.
Andrew Colliver
with thanks: Poetry Chaikhana
Photo: Peter Bowers
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