Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Poems by Rumi
I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain. Let's buy it.
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Come to the orchard in Spring.
There is light and wine, and sweethearts
in the pomegranite flowers.
If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.
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Walk to the well
Turn as the earth and the moon turn,
circling what they love.
Whatever circles comes from the center.
(Coleman Barks)
(photo of painting by Monet)
