Early Morning Bibliomancy..
Oct. 24th, 2008 03:19 amThe day's guitar practice has left my fingers raw, but my heart is full and my transitions keep getting smoother.
Had a great dinner with friends in Bristol, wonderfully esoteric conversation and lots of cat stories.
Things which do not serve continue to dissolve and fall away, leaving surrender and pure awareness in their wake.
Later.
-Me.
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To Take a Step Without Feet
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
My soul, where does this breathing arise?
How does this beating heart exist?
Bird of the soul, speak in your own words,
and I will understand.
The heart replied: I was in the workplace
the day this house of water and clay was fired.
I was already fleeing that created house,
even as it was being created.
When I could no longer resist, I was dragged down,
and my features were molded from a handful of earth.
-Rumi
Had a great dinner with friends in Bristol, wonderfully esoteric conversation and lots of cat stories.
Things which do not serve continue to dissolve and fall away, leaving surrender and pure awareness in their wake.
Later.
-Me.
-----------------------------
To Take a Step Without Feet
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
My soul, where does this breathing arise?
How does this beating heart exist?
Bird of the soul, speak in your own words,
and I will understand.
The heart replied: I was in the workplace
the day this house of water and clay was fired.
I was already fleeing that created house,
even as it was being created.
When I could no longer resist, I was dragged down,
and my features were molded from a handful of earth.
-Rumi