-Lord Byron
The Infinite Happiness by Nikolas Brummer
Showing posts with label Intoxication. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Intoxication. Show all posts
Monday, October 29, 2012
Intoxication (The Infinite Happiness)
“Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.”
-Lord Byron
The Infinite Happiness by Nikolas Brummer
-Lord Byron
The Infinite Happiness by Nikolas Brummer
Monday, October 15, 2012
Like This...
"If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this.
If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God’s fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
Like this.
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this. Like this.
When someone asks what it means
to "die for love," point
here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.
When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.
Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.
When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.
How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?
Huuuuu.
How did Jacob’s sight return?
Huuuu.
A little wind cleans the eyes.
Like this.
When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us
Like this."
-Rumi
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this.
If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God’s fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
Like this.
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this. Like this.
When someone asks what it means
to "die for love," point
here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.
When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.
Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.
When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.
How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?
Huuuuu.
How did Jacob’s sight return?
Huuuu.
A little wind cleans the eyes.
Like this.
When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us
Like this."
-Rumi
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Friday, July 06, 2012
One
This is from the first time that I experienced bliss (three weeks of absolute intoxication)
Fear... no more
Agony… no more
Reason… no more than a slave
For the child that dances to the rhythm of the sun
And for the two that become one
Inertia… no more
Pain… no more
Separation… no more
For the child that dances to the rhythm of the sun
And for the two that become one
Merged in bliss and tranquility
Merged in love and ecstasy
Merged in the golden dance of intoxication
Two… no more
Two… no more
For the one that found the heart of the sun
For the one that is no more two… but ONE
And for the one that is no more… but GONE
Fear... no more
Agony… no more
Reason… no more than a slave
For the child that dances to the rhythm of the sun
And for the two that become one
Inertia… no more
Pain… no more
Separation… no more
For the child that dances to the rhythm of the sun
And for the two that become one
Merged in bliss and tranquility
Merged in love and ecstasy
Merged in the golden dance of intoxication
Two… no more
Two… no more
For the one that found the heart of the sun
For the one that is no more two… but ONE
And for the one that is no more… but GONE
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