Ruminations
Submitted by daniel.budd on Thu, 04/08/2010 - 3:01pm.
Spring, and everything outside is growing...
If someone were to play music, it would have to be very sweet....
Give up wanting what other people have.
That way you're safe....
This is not a day for asking questions,
not a day on any calendar.
This day is conscious of itself.
This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness,
more manifest than saying can say.
Thoughts take form with words,
but this daylight is beyond and before
thinking and imagining. (Rumi/Barks)
Suddenly it was Summer, like we'd lept over Spring. Everything popped out so quickly, making us fearful of the next, and certain, freeze.
It's all so fragile, this beauty, this delight of color and fragrance. The joy it brings is all the more because of this. Take it all in. Don't worry about the names we give it. Take in the beauty itself, let the delight of all the colors and the wafting fragrances enfold you. Ask no questions; be in this beautiful and tragic world fully, without mediator or veil.
If someone were to play music, it would have to be very sweet....
Give up wanting what other people have.
That way you're safe....
This is not a day for asking questions,
not a day on any calendar.
This day is conscious of itself.
This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness,
more manifest than saying can say.
Thoughts take form with words,
but this daylight is beyond and before
thinking and imagining. (Rumi/Barks)
Suddenly it was Summer, like we'd lept over Spring. Everything popped out so quickly, making us fearful of the next, and certain, freeze.
It's all so fragile, this beauty, this delight of color and fragrance. The joy it brings is all the more because of this. Take it all in. Don't worry about the names we give it. Take in the beauty itself, let the delight of all the colors and the wafting fragrances enfold you. Ask no questions; be in this beautiful and tragic world fully, without mediator or veil.