Day two of VB Snow Fest 2004 is in full swing and it is coooold outside! I know it gets colder elsewhere but when your not in it on a regular basis it sucks!
I met RockinRicky last night, he manages a really cool local store called Panic on the Blvd. They even do mail order! He seems like a very cool nice guy!
I've been reading from "The Essential Rumi" lately. If you never have read any of Rumi's poetry you should check it out it is very immersive. I thought I would share one of my favorite Poems by him to start off called "Say I am You"
I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.
To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep Moving.
I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.
I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.
The musical air coming through a flute,
the spark of a stone, a flickering
in metal. Both candle
and the moth crazy around it.
Rose and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.
I am all order of being, the circling galaxy,
The evolutionary intelligence, the lift,
and the falling away. What is,
and what isnt. You who know
Jelaluddin, You the one
In all, say who
I am. Say I
Am You.
I met RockinRicky last night, he manages a really cool local store called Panic on the Blvd. They even do mail order! He seems like a very cool nice guy!
I've been reading from "The Essential Rumi" lately. If you never have read any of Rumi's poetry you should check it out it is very immersive. I thought I would share one of my favorite Poems by him to start off called "Say I am You"
I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.
To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep Moving.
I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.
I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.
The musical air coming through a flute,
the spark of a stone, a flickering
in metal. Both candle
and the moth crazy around it.
Rose and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.
I am all order of being, the circling galaxy,
The evolutionary intelligence, the lift,
and the falling away. What is,
and what isnt. You who know
Jelaluddin, You the one
In all, say who
I am. Say I
Am You.
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
buddha:
! i could read that kind of poetry all of the freaken time !
jerawyn:
that was really beautiful.