unask

 

 

three

 

The beauty of the heart
is what will remain:
it brings to your lips
the water of life.
in truth, it is the water,
and the jug that holds it,
and the lips that drink.

All three become one when
your talismans are broken.
This is a oneness you won't know
by thinking about it.

 

 

From Rumi, Mathnawi II, 716-718 transl. Tom Davis

 

 

 

 

day of these days

 

Such a morning it is when love
leans through geranium windows
and calls with a cockerel's tongue.

 

Laurie Lee, from Day of these days

 

 

 

 

 

Excerpts from a Father's Wisdom

 

Do not worry about Despair
Just comb your hair
Despair is a strange disease
I think it even happens to trees.

 

A. K. Ramanujan

 

 

 

 

 

scamel

there is a new entry in our scamel blog.

 

 

 

 

dew

I wish this body
were the dew
in a flower field

 

Tembo (his death poem)

 

 

 

 

 

I shall be that

I was stone; I died
and became a rose
and died, and became
a butterfly. And died
and found myself to be
human. No fear,
no lessening in death.
Next time, perhaps,
an angel. And next, perhaps
what cannot be imagined:
I shall be that.

 

Rumi, transl. Tom Davis

 

 

 

 

four suggestions

1.
Get enough food to eat,
and eat it.

2.
Find a place to sleep where it is quiet,
and sleep there.

3.
Reduce intellectual and emotional noise
until you arrive at the silence of yourself,
and listen to it.

4.

 

Richard Brautigan

 

 

 

time is the school in which we learn

 

Each minute bursts in the burning room,
The great globe reels in the solar fire,
Spinning the trivial and unique away.
(How all things flash! How all things flare!)
What am I now that I was then?
May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.

Delmore Schwartz, Calmly we walk through this April day