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The Wood and the Flames, Still Talking

No more wine for me.
I am past delighting in the thick red and the clear white.
I am thirsty for my own blood as it moves into a field of action.

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Sufism

Take Your Poet To Work Day

Today is Take Your Poet To Work Day sponsored by the delightful folks over at Tweetspeak Poetry.

Today, Rumi joins me on my travels. I am a teacher on summer vacation so he is along for the ride. 193 more words

Poetry

18 coins & a 50 piastres note

A New Rambunctious Craziness

A new rambunctious craziness comes,
dragging our chains,
tearing and spilling the full sacks.
Some nameless Bedouins
buy Joseph for 18 coins…

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Sufism

Pascal's Sphere

In Coleman Barks’ introduction to Chapter 16 of his Big Red Book, he quotes Carl JungĀ (1875-1961) as saying:

“The Self (God) is a circle whose centre is everywhere, whose circumference is nowhere.” 376 more words

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How a human being can change

The Worm’s Waking

This is how a human being can change:

there’s a worm addicted to eating
grape leaves.
Suddenly, he wakes up,
call it grace, whatever, something…

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soul moving

A Waking Town

The taste of this life comes from you,
soul moving like a mountain stream under a sky of flowers.
Seeing such beauty makes me expect the dregs tomorrow.

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Sufism

Gold & Ruby Outcrops/Soul Bowls

When I first read this poem, the image of the glint of ruby being revealed as an entire ruby mountain reminded me of an old Three Bears cartoon from the 1974 Beano Annual, where the bears caught gold fever. 161 more words

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