April 2011
40 posts
“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music…. And people flock around the poet and say: ‘Sing again soon’ - that is, ‘May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.”
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Søren Kierkegaard, Danish Christian Philosopher (via rayvuhn)
My favorite existentialist
(via justchasingsunrise)
“If you feel any desire for me, then say so.
If you live without love, alone, I want to know.
If your heart holds a place for me, then say so.
Say if it’s so, or say no, but tell me the truth.” —#1582, from Rumi’s Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi (via gardenofrumi)
If you live without love, alone, I want to know.
If your heart holds a place for me, then say so.
Say if it’s so, or say no, but tell me the truth.” —#1582, from Rumi’s Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi (via gardenofrumi)
“Love is the cure,
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love as
effortlessly as your body yields its scent.” —Rumi (via shootthemoonforyou)
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love as
effortlessly as your body yields its scent.” —Rumi (via shootthemoonforyou)
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Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?
Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms?
Who comes to a spring thirsty
and sees the moon reflected in it?
Who, like Jacob, blind with grief and age,
smells the shirt of his son and can see again?
Who lets a bucket down
and brings up a flowing prophet?
Or like Moses goes for fire
and finds what burns inside the sunrise?
Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
and opens a door to the other world.
Solomon cuts open a fish, and there’s a gold ring.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet
and leaves with blessings.
Chase a deer and end up everywhere!
An oyster opens his mouth to swallow one drop.
Now there’s a pearl.
A vagrant wanders empty ruins
Suddenly he’s wealthy.
But don’t be satisfied with stories,
how things have gone with others.
Unfold your own myth,
without complicated explanation,
so everyone will understand the passage,
We have opened you… .
A Canvas: Ghazal # 84 in the edition of Foruzaanfar (Rumi) →
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Chun gol hamaye tan khandam na az raahe dehaan tanhaa
Ziraa keh manam bi man baa shaah-e jahaan tanhaa
Like the rose, with my whole body I smile and not with my mouth alone;
Because I am, I without I, with the king of the world, alone.
Ai mash’ala-aawardah delraa besahar bordah
Jaan…
“The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.”
—Chuck Palahniuk (Choke)
