Wednesday, May 28, 2008


RUMI
Those who don't feel this Love
pulling them like a river,
those who don't drink dawn like a cup of spring water
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don't want to change,
let them sleep.
This Love is beyond the study of theology,
that old trickery and hypocrisy.
If you want to improve your mind that way,
sleep on.

I've given up on my brain. I've torn the cloth to shreds and thrown it away.
If you're not completely naked,wrap your beautiful robe of words around you,

and sleep.

--
Beyond our ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other' doesn't make sense any more.
--
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
--
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
--
The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

Thursday, May 22, 2008




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Ladakh
--

Misty mountains,
Barren crags and blades of grass,
How are you so beautiful?

Winds and snow have carved you,
Made you unique and,
Filled you with mystique
Brown mountains of Ladakh
Love owns you
And peace flows from within you

You’ve been more human
Staying still,
Watching me as I went by you
And left me drunk
Wanting more

Harsh mountains of Ladakh
Your beauty shines through
Trying to survive you

You were music to my eyes
Memories are your stage
Perform for me
The dance of life

---- Harman

[Photo Credit: Harmanpreet Kaur]