Rumi Poem
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It speaks for itself: "In this love kingdom there a windy blowing open of windows. Spring! Sounds of talking sprout. There's a picnic by the river. Identity is music, and poems are tough notations of the melodies. This station gives the lover glimpses of a spirit-wholeness running through the apparent chaos, a rightness that weaves a pattern the lover sees in the dissonant and daily. Here is the auspicious beginning. Kindness stands in the door. You walk out together like the Zen master Basho moving around Kyoto, pining for Kyoto. The phenomenal and the numinous grow identical. the world you see, together with the poem, both are intensely alive inside each other with revelation and suchness. That's the feeling in this region: continuous seasonal epiphany, grief, elation, whimsy. 'Samurai talk___ tang of horse radish. You, the butterfly I , Chuang Tzu's dreaming heart Even in Kyoto___ hearing the cuckoo's cry___ I long for Kyoto.' " by, Rumi - Elo Devi , posted 04/09/07 |
Rumi Poem was recommended for:
- Tribe: New Mythmakers
- Tribe: Enchanted Creatures of Love and Light
- Tribe: "*LoveFlow WorldUnityTribe*"
- Tribe: The Awakening Project
- Tribe: APHRODISIACS
- Tribe: Post Modernism
- Tribe: Harbin Hot Springers
- Tribe: Vision Keepers
