Taylor Mali poem. Dedicated to today’s aggressively inarticulate generation.
Soul of the world, no life, no world remain,
no beautiful men, women, longing,
only this ancient lovecircling the holy,
black stone of nothing,where the lover is the love,
the horizon, and everything within it.
I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.
~ Dawna Markova
Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is bliss, taste it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.
In search of Love I wandered far and wide,
From thought to thought and fear to fear I went,
Upon the restless steed of foolish pride,
A thousand pointless moments I have spent.
Until I saw the eyes of one who’d seen
The marvel of Love’s light upon your face,
And from his look, three clues I toiled to glean:
Three gems which pointed to your gentle grace. The first,
that ‘I’ could never travel there;
The next, that pride for love must be exchanged;
The final clue is buried in your stare:
So long as ‘I’ continues to exist
The sun I seek is shrouded in Is’ mist
— Camran Chaichian
I Love You.
I kneel down: I look at the earth,
little stems blooming with blues.
You are like the spring earth, my love,
I’m looking at you.
I lie on my back: I see the sky,
the branches of a tree,
storks on the wing,
a waking dream.
You are like the spring sky, my love,
I see you.
At night I light a campfire: I touch fire,
You are like a fire lit beneath the stars,
I touch you.
I go among people: I love people,
You are one person in my struggle,
I love you.
by Nâzım Hikmet Ran
The most beautiful sea:
hasn’t been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child:
hasn’t grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days:
we haven’t seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
I haven’t said yet…
by Nâzım Hikmet Ran
Exempt to time and space,
You are of the Infinite.
Embrace the sky,
And fall from earth.
The temple of love is not love itself;
True love is the treasure,
Not the walls about it.
Do not admire the decoration,
But involve yourself in the essence,
The perfume that invades and touches you-
The beginning and the end.
Discovered, this replace all else,
The apparent and the unknowable.
Time and space are slaves to this presence.
Are You Looking For Me?
Are you looking for me?
I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
you will not find me in the stupas,
not in Indian shrine rooms,
nor in synagogues,
nor in cathedrals:
not in masses,
not in legs winding around your own neck,
nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you really look for me,
you will see me instantly —
you will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.