Apr 2017
She comes from everywhere delivering fat snowflakes.
enthralled, I stare out.
Is this what hope looks like?
She comes from everywhere delivering me from stifle.
She knows me.
Her voice landed like this.
A vast white knowing, a delicious dish of eternity seeking you.
Turn the world off.
Calm your mind.
Amputate whatever fights you.
She comes from everywhere,
suddenly strikes with long awaited snows I haven't seen for 5 years.
She makes me appreciate my overgrown beard, a scraggly scrub of black and red as I walk 6 a.m. roads, almost too dark to gamble your life on.
She dismantles rainbows
scatters it out into snow,
my eyes are transfixed in her scope
everywhere she flashes, her masterpiece guns me down like a piece of writing finding your secret love.
She lifts me from self imposed entrapment, she knows my true identity completely, better than me.
She is a manifestation of our dreams.
I grew wise by reacting too much to darkness.
If you want to **** a beast don't feed it.
She dismantles rainbows
scatters it out into snow, her message of love couldn't be clearer.
she drips from heights
be a empty vessel to contain her.
enthralled, I stare out.
Is this what hope looks like?
She comes from everywhere delivering me from stifle.
She knows me.
Her voice landed like this.
A vast white knowing, a delicious dish of eternity seeking you.
Turn the world off.
Calm your mind.
Amputate whatever fights you.
She comes from everywhere,
suddenly strikes with long awaited snows I haven't seen for 5 years.
She makes me appreciate my overgrown beard, a scraggly scrub of black and red as I walk 6 a.m. roads, almost too dark to gamble your life on.
She dismantles rainbows
scatters it out into snow,
my eyes are transfixed in her scope
everywhere she flashes, her masterpiece guns me down like a piece of writing finding your secret love.
She lifts me from self imposed entrapment, she knows my true identity completely, better than me.
She is a manifestation of our dreams.
I grew wise by reacting too much to darkness.
If you want to **** a beast don't feed it.
She dismantles rainbows
scatters it out into snow, her message of love couldn't be clearer.
she drips from heights
be a empty vessel to contain her.
You hide me in your cloak of Nothingness
Reflect my ghost in your glass of Being
I am nothing, yet appear; transparent dream
Where your Eternity briefly trembles.
Reconciled to myself, I emerge into the world
Bare of all thought, clear love in which
The sun on my doorstep dances to your drum.
The ant walking into it is no less than You.
Wild, peaceful days where the slightest wind
Soars perfumed with your traces...
I am in a heaven of One.
Unable to talk, not to talk
No-one will know me until they climb
Where I and they are no more.
Final Mountain where mind goes white
To melt in garden after garden.
No heaven or earth, just this mysterious place
We walk in dazedly, where being here or there, in time, or not, are only
Two motions of the same ecstatic breathing.
The image in the mirror seems different
But sublime days arrive when you know
Viewer, image, and mirror are one: the same
Silent Calm Eternal Shimmering.
One Moon blossoming in a thousand bowls
One water laughing in a thousand thousand fields
One Sun with a million electric shadows
One Silence with these love-cries for children.
-Rumi
Reflect my ghost in your glass of Being
I am nothing, yet appear; transparent dream
Where your Eternity briefly trembles.
Reconciled to myself, I emerge into the world
Bare of all thought, clear love in which
The sun on my doorstep dances to your drum.
The ant walking into it is no less than You.
Wild, peaceful days where the slightest wind
Soars perfumed with your traces...
I am in a heaven of One.
Unable to talk, not to talk
No-one will know me until they climb
Where I and they are no more.
Final Mountain where mind goes white
To melt in garden after garden.
No heaven or earth, just this mysterious place
We walk in dazedly, where being here or there, in time, or not, are only
Two motions of the same ecstatic breathing.
The image in the mirror seems different
But sublime days arrive when you know
Viewer, image, and mirror are one: the same
Silent Calm Eternal Shimmering.
One Moon blossoming in a thousand bowls
One water laughing in a thousand thousand fields
One Sun with a million electric shadows
One Silence with these love-cries for children.
-Rumi
