Quietness
by Rumi

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky,
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape;
Walk out like someone suddenly
born into color.

Do it now,
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.

Die and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life is a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.

Your Mother and my Mother
by Hafiz

Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
I would like to see you living
in better conditions,

for your mother and my mother
were friends.

I know the Innkeeper
in this part of the universe.
Get some rest tonight,
Come to my verse again tomorrow.
We’ll go speak to the friend together.

I should not make any promises right now,
but I know if you
pray
somewhere in this world-
something good will happen.

God wants to see
more love and playfulness in your eyes
for what is your greatest witness to him.

Your soul and my soul
Once sat together in the Beloved’s womb
playing footsie.

Your heart and my heart
are very, very old
Friends.

Enough
by Dorothy Walters

I think it is enough,
at times,
to go without knowing
where the end is,
what the beginning–
so long ago.

Perhaps you have friends
who can whisper
such things
in your ear,
hear little bits of
messages
in the laughter of children.

But mostly we just proceed ahead,
not remembering
how it all started,
where it is leading,
not sure
if we are the waiting animal
or the animal’s passing
shadow
in the grass.

So you’re not gone, you’re simply taking on different forms. Instead of your gestures being the raising of an eyebrow or a blown kiss, now a gesture might consist of a rising gnat, a waving wheat stalk, and the inhaling lung of a breaching beluga whale. Your manner of expressing joy might become a seaweed sheet playing on a lapping wave, a pendulous funnel dancing from a cumulonimbus, a flapping grunion birthing, a glossy river pebble gliding around an eddy. -from “Search” in David Eagleman’s Sum

Photograph by Robert Wyald

Love One Another

Love one another, but make not a bond of love
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other’s cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping;
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together yet not too near together;
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

-Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

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By Irma Gogyashvili from her 1001 I Love Yous series

Poem translated from the Georgian above…

I am the Path
You walk Upon…
I am the Air
You breath…
I am the Tree
You cut…
I am the Fountain
Love drinks…
I am the silence that drowns the noise…
I am the Green, and Red, and Grey…
I am the Snow that melts,
and the White lost in shade…

I am the Woman in whom a Man lives…

I am the Leaf who flies,
and the Earth to whom we return…

I lay at your bare feet,
I want Your footprints on my heart…

I am your Pain
Your Bliss
Your Other…

You walk upon me…

How Beautiful….

By Irma Gogyashvili

Try it. See taste smell feel hear intuit heart vibrate dance breathe what happens and what is happening and what happened and what will happen. This is the sound of the river, the waterfall, the breeze, the tender silence. We are related and whole.