Sunday, September 28, 2008

enough words


Enough Words
How does a part of the world leave the world?
How can wetness leave water?
Don't try to put out a fire
by throwing on more fire!
Don't wash a wound with blood!
No matter how fast you run,
your shadow more than keeps up.
Sometimes, it's in front!
Only full, overhead sun dimishes your shadow.
But that shadow has been serving you!

What hurts you, blesses you.
Darkness is your candle.
Your boundaries are your quest.
I can explain this, but it would break
the glass cover on your heart,and there's no fixing that.
You must have shadow and light source both.

Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe.
When from that tree,
feathers and wings sprout on you,
be quieter than a dove.
Don't open your mouth for even a cooooooo.
When a frog slips into the water, the snake cannot get it.
Then the frog climbs back out and croaks,
and the snake moves toward him again.
Even if the frog learned to hiss,
still the snake would hear through the hiss
the information he needed,
the frog voice underneath.
But if the frog could be completely silent,
then the snake would go back to sleeping,
and the frog could reach the barley.

The soul lives there in the silent breath.
And that grain of barley is such that,
when you put it in the ground,it grows.
Are these enough words,
or shall I squeeze more juice from this?

Who am I, my friend?

Thursday, September 18, 2008

sun!


O SUN, fill our house once more with light!

Make happy all your friends and blind your foes!

Rise from behind the hill,

transform the stones To rubies and the sour grapes to wine!

O Sun, make our vineyard fresh again,

And fill the steppes with houris and green cloaks!

Physician of the lovers, heaven's lamp!

Rescues the lovers! Help the suffering!

Show but your face - the world is filled with light!

But if you cover it, it's the darkest night!

come!


I've had enough of sleepless nights,

of my unspoke grief,

of my tired wisdom.

Come my treasure,

my breath of life

come and dress my wounds

and be my cure.

Enough of words.

Come to me without a sound