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Photographer Unknown, (The Dividing Line)
“But that shadow has been serving you!
What hurts you, blesses you.
Darkness is your candle.
Your boundaries are your quest.
You must have shadow and light source both.
Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe.”
—-Rumi
Photographer Unknown, (Snake)
“You are guardian of a treasure,
Oh, just like a sleeping serpent
And you shall see, I shall make you
Spin around like that sleepy snake.
Listen to me.”
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Armand Amar, Jean-Paul Minali Bella, “Poem of the Atoms” Featuring Heroun Teboul, 2005, From the Album “Bab’ Aziz”
Rumi, whose poem is being sung, is a thirteenth century Persian poet and is considered a Sufi Saint by many. While Rumi was an Islamic poet, his poetry has a transcendent appeal among various cultures world wide. His poems contain a deep theme of creative love and the urge to rejoin the spirit to the divine. He believed that this was the goal of every living thing that moved, human, animal or mineral.
O’ day, arise!
Shine your light, the atoms are dancing.
Thanks to Him the universe is dancing.
overcome with ecstasy,
Free from body and mind
I’ll whisper in your ear where their dance is leading them.
All the atoms in the air and in the desert are dancing,
puzzled and drunken to the ray of light,
they seem insane.
All these atoms are not so different than we are,
happy or miserable,
perplexed and bewildered,
we are all beings in the ray of light from the beloved,
nothing can be said.
Photographer Unknown, (Wooden Cage)
“I may be clapping my hands, but I don’t
belong to a crowd of clappers. Neither
this nor that, I’m not part of a group
that loves flute music or one that loves
gambling or drinking wine. Those who
live in time, descended from Adam, made
of earth and water, I’m not part of that.
Don’t listen to what I say, as though
these words came from an inside and went
to an outside. Your faces are very
beautiful, but they are wooden cages.
You had better run from me. My words
are fire. I have nothing to do with
being famous, or making grand judgments,
or feeling full of shame. I borrow
nothing. I don’t want anything from
anybody. I flow through human beings.
Love is my only companion. When union
happens, my speech goes inside toward
Shams. At that meeting all the secrets
of language will no longer be secret.”
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