A Great Wagon by Rumi

When I see your face, the stones start spinning!
You appear; all studying wanders.
I lose my place.

Water turns pearly.
Fire dies down and doesn't destroy.

In your presence I don't want what I thought
I wanted, those three little hanging lamps.

Inside your face the ( Read more... )

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

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Some Kiss We Want
by Rumi
translated by Coleman Barks

There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives, the touch

of spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling!

At night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine.

Breathe into me. Close
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I'm up in the eucalyptus forest of my best friend's house in San Francisco. It's quiet and peaceful and raining. Mr. Ilkee sent me photo this morning of Portland - covered in snow. I am sad that I missed it. Snow is so insulating and comforting.

My friend woke up sick :( so no Country Club Breakfast and no 3 hour yoga class. After socializing at ( Read more... )