“Love is the greatest gift of God.
But it is a raw phenomenon.
It has to be polished, refined, cut.
“Love is the greatest gift of God.
But it is a raw phenomenon.
It has to be polished, refined, cut.
‘I remember how my mother would hold me.
I would look up at her sometimes and see her weep.
I understand now what was happening.
“When the moment cracks open,
ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with the blessings.
The soul, like the moon,
is now, and always new again.
And I have seen the ocean
continuously creating.
Listen, When I see your face, the stones start spinning!
You appear; all studying wanders.
I lose my place.
“Let me remain cryptic tonight
All the way till dawn
As I orbit God
In this holy, ecstatic mood.
If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.
The peom is written by Prartho Sereno
Come,
sit a while
in the seat by the window
near the birds, who have shaken off
their dreams and opened themselves
to this never-to-be-again day.
This song is written by Miten.
The Heart like the sun is always shining,
Ever present, everywhere
You can try but you can’t stop it rising
So, let our love
Fill the air
Come on! La la la la la
Come on!
This month I am celebrating my new love relationship by sharing two poems, one written by my Beloved for me and the other one written by me for him. Actually, each love poem, from any age, is eternally true for all human beings, because we are conceived in love, born into love, live in love and die into love.
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky (Penguin Books)
Hafiz, the great Sufi Mystic Poet comes to life through the magnificent, vibrant renderings of his songs by Daniel Ladinsky. Most people have heard of the genius of Rumi and yet Hafiz was not really known in the West till Daniel Ladinsky began publishing translations of his poetry.
The Brook
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By Hafiz
It happens all the time in heaven
And some day
It will begin to happen
Again on earth
That men and women
Who are married
By Rumi
“Wanderer, worshipper,
Lover of leaving
It doesn’t matter
By Rumi
With the Beloved’s water of life,
no illness remains.
In the Beloved’s
rose garden of union,
no thorn remains.
By Ma Ananda Sarita
I will meet you
Oh my brother
On the field of battle
Where heroes died
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Only
That Illumined
One
Who keeps
Seducing the formless into form