
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
the source of joy

by Rumi
"No one knows what makes the soul wake
up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has
blown the veil from the face of God.
A thousand new moons appear. Roses
open laughing. Hearts become perfect
rubies like those from Badakshan. The
body turns entirely spirit. Leaves
become branches in this wind. Why is
it now so easy to surrender, even for
those already surrendered? There's no
answer to any of this. No one knows
the source of joy. A poet breathes
into a reed flute, and the tip of
every hair makes music. Shams sails
down clods of dirt from the roof, and
we take jobs as doorkeepers for him."
Translated by Coleman Barks
Happy Thanksgiving!
Monday, November 24, 2008
you can't ever tell...

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