Quietness (rumi)
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like somebody suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You're covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.
Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
heavy questions
it's in quiet moments of deliberation
that i feel the steady pressure
of love.
it is easier to fall than to stay.
passion is better left unkept,
unexamined,
unwilling to say hello in the morning.
and so i ask myself heavy questions
in heavy silence
feeling heavy pressure.
if i love you, do i even like you?
and what difference does it make
if i fell in love with you,
if i don't like you,
or can't converse with you.
do you make me laugh?
it's all more than i can take.
passion is all i've ever known.
i don't know if i can give anything
constant,
when i myself am made of inconsistent
colours and whims.
that i feel the steady pressure
of love.
it is easier to fall than to stay.
passion is better left unkept,
unexamined,
unwilling to say hello in the morning.
and so i ask myself heavy questions
in heavy silence
feeling heavy pressure.
if i love you, do i even like you?
and what difference does it make
if i fell in love with you,
if i don't like you,
or can't converse with you.
do you make me laugh?
it's all more than i can take.
passion is all i've ever known.
i don't know if i can give anything
constant,
when i myself am made of inconsistent
colours and whims.
Monday, April 27, 2009
bedtime stories.
"Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily.
"I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg."
"I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg."
Saturday, April 25, 2009
a thousand cattle
my father loves all his sons.
he owns a thousand cattle on a hill.
he leaves the ninety-nine to find the one.
my father loves all his sons.
he owns a thousand cattle on a hill.
he leaves the ninety-nine to find the one.
my father loves all his sons.
echos
while
i concede
that our generation
will be remembered by our pictures.
i wish,
(even in my eyelashes)
to be remembered by
my eyes,
my touch,
my words.
i concede
that our generation
will be remembered by our pictures.
i wish,
(even in my eyelashes)
to be remembered by
my eyes,
my touch,
my words.
the transcendentals
bless me with your kisses
and let differences
dissipate in a
simple
sacred love affair.
find with me what
is good and true and beautiful.
i believe your eyes
are leading the way
to grass stains
and finger paints
and white linen dancing in sunshine,
in the rhythm of the wind.
two could become three,
another trinity
to weave in and through
the good and true and beautiful.
and let differences
dissipate in a
simple
sacred love affair.
find with me what
is good and true and beautiful.
i believe your eyes
are leading the way
to grass stains
and finger paints
and white linen dancing in sunshine,
in the rhythm of the wind.
two could become three,
another trinity
to weave in and through
the good and true and beautiful.
prayers until thursday
remember me,
even in my leaving,
remember that i whispered,
i never want to leave,
and,
if you please,
don't let me.
i have not the long arm, strong and mighty to save.
nor have i the right hand to hold me in.
even in my leaving,
remember that i whispered,
i never want to leave,
and,
if you please,
don't let me.
i have not the long arm, strong and mighty to save.
nor have i the right hand to hold me in.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
"you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes."
in searching, i found him
and, wrapped in love around my wrist,
i can not let him go.
it isn't so much that i am basking in his love now,
but his picture,
in my locket,
in my heart,
reminds me of what i get to come home to.
"you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes."
"if i find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that i was made for another world."
savior, king, beloved.
and, wrapped in love around my wrist,
i can not let him go.
it isn't so much that i am basking in his love now,
but his picture,
in my locket,
in my heart,
reminds me of what i get to come home to.
"you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes."
"if i find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that i was made for another world."
savior, king, beloved.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
i love a king
Your presence rescues me from wars, genocides, and suicides.
Internal, external.
Your trinity encompasses and includes enveloping chords, love songs.
You bring peace like a river,
Prince of peace,
I love you.
Tenderly I whisper under my breath,
In your ear,
I love you.
You wear red and white,
Stand tall and royal
King of kings
King of the jews,
My king.
I stand adopted, grafted into your royal preisthood
You bestow glory, honor.
I love you in your purity,
I love your blood bleeding for me,
Bleeding love. Bleeding wine.
I love you.
Internal, external.
Your trinity encompasses and includes enveloping chords, love songs.
You bring peace like a river,
Prince of peace,
I love you.
Tenderly I whisper under my breath,
In your ear,
I love you.
You wear red and white,
Stand tall and royal
King of kings
King of the jews,
My king.
I stand adopted, grafted into your royal preisthood
You bestow glory, honor.
I love you in your purity,
I love your blood bleeding for me,
Bleeding love. Bleeding wine.
I love you.
Monday, April 13, 2009
stuck
trapped in concrete.
whispering
"don't make me go back there"
i need anywhere but here. i need sea breeze and open fields. i need out.
whispering
"don't make me go back there"
i need anywhere but here. i need sea breeze and open fields. i need out.
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