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| I am coming for you... |
Rage, rage against the dying of the light..."
- Dylan Thomas
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| ... in my saluki pseudo-rage |
"This being {saluki} is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
- The Guest House, Jelaluddin Rumi, (translated by Coleman Barks)
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| Morning sunbathing in... |
that it frees you from any connecting.
Love is the sou'ls light, the taste of morning,
no me, no we, no claim of being.
There words are the smoke the fire gives off
as it absolves it defects,
as eyes in silence, tears, face.
Love cannot be said."
- The Taste of Morning, Jelaluddin Rumi, (translated by Coleman Barks)
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| ...the taste of morning |
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