If we’re not together in the heart,
what’s the point? When body and soul
aren’t dancing, there’s no pleasure
in colorful clothing. Why have
cooking pans when there’s no food in
the house? In this world full of
fresh bread, amber, and musk, so many
different fragrances, what are they
to someone who has no sense of smell?
If you stay away from the fire, you’ll
be sour, doughy, numb, and raw. You
may have lovely, just baked loaves
around you, but those friends cannot
help. You have to feel oven fire.
~A Year With Rumi by Coleman Barks
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1 comments:
What a *dynamite* poem ... and that photo says everything about spinning out of control into both love and its opposite --> to be "sour, doughy, numb, and raw."
... and that is the *best* midway-at-night photo I have ever seen!
:-)
P.S. That "sour, doughy..." experience reminds me of this:
http://ichingquotes.blogspot.com/2008/02/12-stagnation.html
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