Sunday, May 30, 2010

Your First Eyes

A lover has four streams inside,
of water, wine, honey, and milk.

Find those in yourself and pay no attention
to what so-and-so says about such-and-such.

The rose does not care
if someone calls it a thorn, or a jasmine.

Ordinary eyes categorize human beings.
That one is a Zoroastrian. This one a Muslim.

Walk instead with the other vision given you,
your first eyes. Bow to the essence
in a human being. Do not be content
with judging people good and bad.
Grow out of that.

The great blessing is that Shams
has poured a strength into the ground
that lets us wait and trust the waiting.

Painting found here.


who said...

see what i mean Ruth? On the 27th (actually early morning the 28th) taking some pictures of the moon.

according to lyric it was supposed to be brighter. I had four things on my mind (and all four of them were love)

I am going to head down to Borders and pick up this book you've been quoting.

Hope you are enjoying this holiday weekend

Grandmother said...

I had written my blog and then saw this poem. It was so perfect that I copied part of it and started my post with it. Thanks!
p.s. What's the protocol for using poems from this blog?