Saturday, January 19, 2013

Play no music but the soul's,
that friend who sometimes takes a form like Joseph,
a handsomeness that tears coverings,
beauty that says secrets and gets bewildered.

As dogs lap blood, we drink life.
This is how we are with love's melody,
a taste of springwater, birdsound near.

-- Rumi
(in Rumi: The Big Red Book, 
translated by Coleman Barks)

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