Thursday, October 16, 2008

Flood Residue

'The taste of today is not that of yesterday.
A pot boils over.

A watchman calls down the ladder,
Did you hear the commotion last night
from the seventh level?

Saturn turns to Venus and tells her
to play the strings more gently.
Taurus milk turns red. Leo slinks from the sky.

Strange signs, because of a word
that comes from the soul
to help us escape speaking and concepts.

I answer the nightwatchman,
You will have to assign meanings
for these ominous events.

I have been set free from the hunt,
the catching and being caught,
to rest in these dregs
of flood residue, pure and empty.'

The Essential Rumi- Coleman Barks, p296.

9 comments:

qk said...

Wow. Just beautiful.

Anonymous said...

I was wondering what happen to your Rumi.

JT

KimyaShafinaaz said...

qk/0... it is :)


jt,

yea...

me too

Anonymous said...

dreamy

greengeisha said...

shafs! where do you shop your sari's? you were looking hot girl!

Anonymous said...

Ok welcome back Rumi. New post please kimmy?

JT

KimyaShafinaaz said...

anon?

gg: lol, thanks u. india, of cos ;)

JT...

greengirl said...

black & red looks stunning on you! my hubby's friend was asking about you, just by the way :P

KimyaShafinaaz said...

oooh im a sucker for blk n red... my cupboards full of it... i think everyone loves blk n red btw... and sari's are made for glamour, even if ur a tomboy! i always worry about the fabric unravelling but its addictive wear :)

hmm. lol. u didnt come home for tea so im not gna entertain ur stories. hope u had a safe drive back home tho.