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sunday poem #23

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subtle degrees
of domination and servitude
are what you know as love

but love is different
it arrives complete
just there
like the moon in the window

like the sun
of neither east nor west
nor of anyplace

when that sun arrives
east and west arrive

desire only that
of which you have no hope
seek only that
of which you have no clue

love is the sea of not-being
and there intellect drowns

this is not the Oxus River
or some little creek
this is the shoreless sea;
here swimming ends
always in drowning

a journey to the sea
is horses and fodder
and contrivance
but at land’s end
the footsteps vanish

you lift up your robe
so as not to wet the hem;
come! drown in this sea
a thousand times

the moon passes over the
ocean of non-being

droplets of spray tear loose
and fall back
on the cresting waves

a million galaxies
are a little scum
on that shoreless sea

Liebert, D. (1998). The Rumi Collection. Threshold Books. image: www.pimpmyspace.org

 

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2 responses »

  1. i am very much in need of a swim, no, drowning, in that sea….way too much fodder and contrivance in my life right now!!

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  2. kindly enter the stream, lake, or bathtub, fiona — and your heart-mind float aimlessly if only for a few minutres. why not do it right now ….

    Reply

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