"Let soul speak....." VAST VOID PEACE THAT SIMPLY IS Sunrise/Afternoon November 24, 2015

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THE GREAT NOTHING ALONE SUFFICETH
CREATOR’S CORE OF CO-CREATION PREVAILS
A VAST VOID PEACE THAT SIMPLY IS....
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WITHOUT THE JARRINGS OF PERSONAL, POLARIZED TENSIONS
DEMANDING MINDING-MIND CREATIVE RESOLUTIONS
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5:04 AM
11/24/2015

I have no more words.
Let soul speak with the silent
articulation of a face.

–Jelalludin Rumi 1207 – 1273
Coleman Barks version

Rumi:
Love comes with a knife, not some
shy question, and not with fears
for its reputation! I say
these things disinterestedly. Accept them
in kind. Love is a madman

working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes,
running through the mountains, drinking poison,
and now quietly choosing annihilation.

You've been walking the ocean’s edge,
holding up your robes to keep them dry.
You must dive naked under and deeper under,
a thousand times deeper! Love flows down.

The ground submits to the sky and suffers
what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse
for giving in like that?

Don’t put blankets over the drum!
Open completely. Let your spirit-ear
listen to the green dome’s passionate murmur.

Let the cords of your robe be untied.
Shiver in this new love beyond all
above and below. The sun rises, but which way
does night go? I have no more words.

Let soul speak with the silent
articulation of a face.

–Jelalludin Rumi
1207 – 1273
Coleman Barks version

See Read More below.... for Rumi poem

"The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along."
Rumi

A strange passion is moving in my head.
My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky.
Every part of me goes in different directions.
Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?
Rumi

True happiness does ot come and go.
True peace does not come and go.
What comes and goes is what
Obscures true happiness and true peace.
Wu Hsin

Rumi:
Love comes with a knife, not some
shy question, and not with fears
for its reputation! I say
these things disinterestedly. Accept them
in kind. Love is a madman

working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes,
running through the mountains, drinking poison,
and now quietly choosing annihilation.

You've been walking the ocean’s edge,
holding up your robes to keep them dry.
You must dive naked under and deeper under,
a thousand times deeper! Love flows down.

The ground submits to the sky and suffers
what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse
for giving in like that?

Don’t put blankets over the drum!
Open completely. Let your spirit-ear
listen to the green dome’s passionate murmur.

Let the cords of your robe be untied.
Shiver in this new love beyond all
above and below. The sun rises, but which way
does night go? I have no more words.

Let soul speak with the silent
articulation of a face.

–Jelalludin Rumi 1207 – 1273
Coleman Barks version