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you, darkness

You, Darkness
Of whom I am born
I love you more than the flame
That limits the world
To the circle it illumines
And excludes all the rest.

But the dark embraces everything:
shapes and shadows, creatures and me,
people, nations — just as they are.

It lets me imagine
a great presence stirring beside me.

I believe in the night.

By Rainer Maria Rilke
In Rilke’s Book of Hours:Love Poems to God
translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy


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in a tree house

Light
Will some day split you open
Even if your life is now a cage,
For a divine seed, the crown of destiny,
is hidden and sown on an ancient fertile plain
You hold the title to

Love will surely bust you wide open into
An unfettered blooming new galaxy
Even if your mind is now
A spoiled mule

A life giving radiance will come,
The friend’s gratuity will come—
Oh, look again within yourself,
For I know you were once the elegant host
To all the marvels in creation.

From a sacred crevice in your body
A bow rises each night
And shoots your soul into God.
Behold the Beautiful Drunk Singing One
From the lunar vantage point of love.
He’s conducting the affairs
Of the whole universe
While throwing wild parties
In a tree house— on a limb,
In your heart.

by Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky
in The Subject Tonight is Love


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this body is a great ocean

 

Friend, this body is a great ocean,
Concealing reefs and sea-vaults heaped up with jewels.
Enter its secret rooms and light your own lamp.
Within the body are gardens, rare orchids, peacocks, the inner music.
Within the body, a lake; in its cool waters, white swans take their joy.

By Mirabai

In Mirabai: Ecstatic Poems
Translated by Robert Bly and Jane Hirshfield


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the guest house

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

Jelaluddin Rumi,
 translated by Coleman Barks


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I am clearing a space

I am clearing a space
here, where the trees stand back.
I am making a circle so open
the moon will fall in love
and stroke these grasses with her silver.

I am setting stones in the four directions,
stones that have called my name
from mountaintops and riverbeds, canyons and mesas.
Here I will stand with my hands empty,
mind gaping under the moon.

I know there is another way to live.
When I find it, the angels will cry out in rapture,
each cell of my body will be a rose, a star.

If something seized my life tonight,
if a sudden wind swept through me,
changing everything,

I would not resist.
I am ready for whatever comes.

But I think it will be something small, an animal,
padding out from the shadows,
or a word spoken so softly
I hear it inside.

It is dark out here, and cold.
The moon is stone.
I am alone with my longing.
Nothing is happening
but the next breath, and the next
is the new life.

By Morgan Farley


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you, darkness

You, Darkness Of whom I am born I love you more than the flame That limits the world To...
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in a tree house

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this body is a great ocean

  Friend, this body is a great ocean, Concealing reefs and sea-vaults heaped up...
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the guest house

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a...
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I am clearing a space

I am clearing a space here, where the trees stand back. I am making a circle so open the...
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