Rumi
Check this Poet/mystic/sufi and his fantastically beautiful material.
Favorite samples (Note:each paragraph is a seperate poem):
Out beyond ideas of
wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field...
I'll meet you there
There is a way between voice and presence
where information flows.
In disciplined silence it opens.
With wandering talk it closes.
Dance, as though no one is watching,
Love, as though you've never been hurt before,
Sing, as though no one can hear you,
Work, as though you don't need the money,
Live, as though heaven is on earth.
I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I've been knocking from the inside!
Nibble at Me
Nibble at me.
Don't gulp me down.
How often is it you have a guest in your house
who can fix everything?
Who Makes These Changes
(added Kunda 13:08, 31 May 2005 (CEST))
Who makes these changes?
I shoot an arrow right.
It lands left.
I ride after a deer and find myself
chased by a hog.
I plot to get what I want
and end up in prison.
I dig pits to trap others
and fall in.
I should be suspicious
of what I want.
On Resurrection Day
On Ressurection Day your body testifies against you.
Your hand says, "I stole money."
Your lips, "I said meanness."
Your feet, "I went where I shouldn't."
Your genitals, "Me too."
They will make your praying sound hypocritical.
Let the body's doings speak openly now,
without your saying a word,
as a student's walking behind a teacher
says, "This one knows more clearly
than I the way."
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