Rumi
the minute i heard my first love story
i started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
lovers dont finally meet somewhere.
theyre in each other all along.
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a mewling babe weeps upon its mother's knee while all about smile
so live your life dear heart so that when that final curtain falls,
you may smile while all about you weep.
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i want to hold you close like a lute,
so that we can cry out with loving.
would you rather throw stones at a mirror?
i am your mirror and here are the stones.
Labels: poetry
posted by Jo Normal @ 2:22 AM
1 Comments:
another one back at you, Fräulein:
If you want what visible reality
can give, you're an employee.
If you want the unseen world,
you're not living your truth.
Both wishes are foolish,
but you'll be forgiven for forgetting
that what you really want is
love's confusing joy.
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Gamble everything for love,
if you're a true human being.
If not, leave
this gathering.
Half-heartedness doesn't reach
into majesty. You set out
to find God, but then you keep
stopping for long periods
at mean-spirited roadhouses.
*Mean-Spirited Roadhouses: possible band name??
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