I've been reading a lot of Rumi
I am an organized mess.
Rays of sunlight shine through a prism
And all about scatter a rainbow
Just as words--a song
Enters the ear and the heart beats faster
And the eyes shine rainbows, beams of life intense grow
People dance and throw pebbles in a creek...
A music enters the bosom and brings shameless joy to be alive
Just as a mother bird feeds her babies and they go crazy to feel the life inside
Gotta get food from Mommy, yes! yes! Mommy now!
Flap their rediculous twig wings and chirp and toss eachother aside
Just as people, any people, toss stones in a running creek...
A blind man walks down the street and we pity him for we think we can see,
Yet, fools, we are just as blind as he
What land will fall beneath the next blind step
Is not an element within our grasp; all is uncertainty
An ant scurries along a path
It questions not the path but whether or not it will be crushed or eaten along the way
We watch our bodies grow up,
And are careful to shave off unattractive hair
HA! Fools, we're gonna be eaten or crushed anyway
So let's go throw pepples in the pond and dance around on the sand...
A small kitten alone and frightened
Meows frantically for another to keep it company...
It knows not the world, but only wants that gentle motherly touch...
A widow buys a new pet kitten and they nap together in the afternoon...
Neither she nor the kitten need to cry anymore
And everyone's gotta chuck that stone into that pond eventually, 'cause we know we can't hold on to it forever...
One blind eye claims beautiful is the day
Another claims oh woe is me
Blah blah blappy blippity bleep
Both are right and both are wrong,
The sunshine is white: it holds within it every color
Do I make the rhymes or do the rhymes make me?
Prestigious are the ones who pretend that they make the rhymes
Is the language mine or am I the languge?
Whoop-dee-doo are the ones who claim they own the secret of laguage and expression
Silly... blind and scurrying like the ant, we try so hard to control our words
Yet the word itself is blind as a bat
Let us throw pebbles and watch with bated breath as they land in a pond...
The pebble crashes and water ripples outward
A tear falls and the liquid in the heart churns of longing
Laughter ripples through the air and the music of the beautiful happy-voice shines rainbows on the mind
She dances and laughs and is so alive...
We each laugh and throw our pebble, take another step, and are happy not to be eaten or crushed
Rays of sunlight shine through a prism
And all about scatter a rainbow
Just as words--a song
Enters the ear and the heart beats faster
And the eyes shine rainbows, beams of life intense grow
People dance and throw pebbles in a creek...
A music enters the bosom and brings shameless joy to be alive
Just as a mother bird feeds her babies and they go crazy to feel the life inside
Gotta get food from Mommy, yes! yes! Mommy now!
Flap their rediculous twig wings and chirp and toss eachother aside
Just as people, any people, toss stones in a running creek...
A blind man walks down the street and we pity him for we think we can see,
Yet, fools, we are just as blind as he
What land will fall beneath the next blind step
Is not an element within our grasp; all is uncertainty
An ant scurries along a path
It questions not the path but whether or not it will be crushed or eaten along the way
We watch our bodies grow up,
And are careful to shave off unattractive hair
HA! Fools, we're gonna be eaten or crushed anyway
So let's go throw pepples in the pond and dance around on the sand...
A small kitten alone and frightened
Meows frantically for another to keep it company...
It knows not the world, but only wants that gentle motherly touch...
A widow buys a new pet kitten and they nap together in the afternoon...
Neither she nor the kitten need to cry anymore
And everyone's gotta chuck that stone into that pond eventually, 'cause we know we can't hold on to it forever...
One blind eye claims beautiful is the day
Another claims oh woe is me
Blah blah blappy blippity bleep
Both are right and both are wrong,
The sunshine is white: it holds within it every color
Do I make the rhymes or do the rhymes make me?
Prestigious are the ones who pretend that they make the rhymes
Is the language mine or am I the languge?
Whoop-dee-doo are the ones who claim they own the secret of laguage and expression
Silly... blind and scurrying like the ant, we try so hard to control our words
Yet the word itself is blind as a bat
Let us throw pebbles and watch with bated breath as they land in a pond...
The pebble crashes and water ripples outward
A tear falls and the liquid in the heart churns of longing
Laughter ripples through the air and the music of the beautiful happy-voice shines rainbows on the mind
She dances and laughs and is so alive...
We each laugh and throw our pebble, take another step, and are happy not to be eaten or crushed