Sunday, January 9, 2011

poem for the 78th.


Nothingness, through You, births these songs of pure passion,
Time's darkness is adorned with their luminous tears.
Cupbearer! Never forget us! Fill the worlds with your breath!
Archangel of the Heart, make clay and water live!
Breathe into our ears the divine breath of Love!
We are tumbled haystacks, Lord, corn confused with straw;
Blow on us, separate us,
Send grief to grief, and joy to joy
So mind sinks back to mind, and the heart soars to heaven.

- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi

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