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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Rumi Magic

Oh my gosh.

I just stumbled upon this poem by Rumi (below) and it took my breath away--such beauty and simplicity. The touch of spirit on the body...with paint brush in hand, in the wee hours of the morning, dipping and dabbing and brushing. Breathing and being awed and humbled by something profound moving through me. There is no question that I am being touched by spirit.

The love window has burst open. I have found my wild darling.

There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives,
the touch of spirit on the body.

Sea water begs the pearl to break its shell
And the lily,
how passionately it needs some wild darling.

At night I open the window
and ask the moon to press her face
against mine.
Breathe into me.

Close the language door
and open the love window.
The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.


1 comment :

  1. OMG! That is amazing stuff. Thank you for posting. Captures it all just perfectly. Oh, and congratulations on creating new worlds with your brush.


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