Leaflets on the Wind

RedeZra · 05-10-2009, 08:57 PM

Did you see
A red leaf on a white wall
Flutter into the blue

RedeZra · 05-12-2009, 04:40 PM

RedeZra · 09-15-2009, 12:51 AM

Say I Am You

I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.

I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.

Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.

The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of stone, a flickering in metal.
Both candle and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift, and the falling away.

What is, and what isn't.

You who know, Jelaluddin,
You the one in all, say who I am.
Say I am you.

Say I Am You - Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī

From ‘The Essential Rumi’, Translations
by Coleman Barks with John Moyne

RedeZra · 09-15-2009, 01:38 AM

What Was Said to the Rose

What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.

What was told the Cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was

whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet, whatever

was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in
Turkestan that makes them

so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is

being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that's happening here.

The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,

in love with the one to whom every that belongs!

What Was Said to the Rose - Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī

Translations by Coleman Barks

mudra · 09-15-2009, 10:14 AM

This is love

to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of live.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.

Rumi
From:
The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XII

Love always
mudra

05-10-2009, 08:57 PM	#1
RedeZra Avalon Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2008 Posts: 539	Leaflets on the Wind Did you see A red leaf on a white wall Flutter into the blue

05-12-2009, 04:40 PM	#2
RedeZra Avalon Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2008 Posts: 539	Re: Leaflets on the Wind

09-15-2009, 12:51 AM	#3
RedeZra Avalon Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2008 Posts: 539	Re: Leaflets on the Wind Say I Am You I am dust particles in sunlight. I am the round sun. To the bits of dust I say, Stay. To the sun, Keep moving. I am morning mist, and the breathing of evening. I am wind in the top of a grove, and surf on the cliff. Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel, I am also the coral reef they founder on. I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches. Silence, thought, and voice. The musical air coming through a flute, a spark of stone, a flickering in metal. Both candle and the moth crazy around it. Rose, and the nightingale lost in the fragrance. I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy, the evolutionary intelligence, the lift, and the falling away. What is, and what isn't. You who know, Jelaluddin, You the one in all, say who I am. Say I am you. Say I Am You - Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī From ‘The Essential Rumi’, Translations by Coleman Barks with John Moyne Last edited by RedeZra; 09-15-2009 at 01:30 AM.

09-15-2009, 01:38 AM	#4
RedeZra Avalon Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2008 Posts: 539	Re: Leaflets on the Wind What Was Said to the Rose What was said to the rose that made it open was said to me here in my chest. What was told the Cypress that made it strong and straight, what was whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made sugarcane sweet, whatever was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in Turkestan that makes them so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush like a human face, that is being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in language, that's happening here. The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude, chewing a piece of sugarcane, in love with the one to whom every that belongs! What Was Said to the Rose - Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī Translations by Coleman Barks

09-15-2009, 10:14 AM	#5
mudra Avalon Spiritual Mother Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: belgium Posts: 4,919	Re: Leaflets on the Wind This is love to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of live. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast. Rumi From: The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XII Love always mudra