Lovers Walking in the Snow (Crow and Heron)
Suzuki Harunobu (Japanese, 1725–1770)
This is no ordinary friendship.
I attend your banquet as wine attends.
Like lightning, I am an expert at dying.
Like lightning, this beauty has no language.
It makes no difference
whether I win or lose.
You sit with us in a congregation of the dead,
where one handful of dirt says,
I was once a head of hair.
Another, I was a backbone.
You say nothing.
Love comes in, I can deliver you
from yourself in this moment.
Now lover and beloved grow quiet.
My mouth is burning with sweetness.
5 comments:
I love this...it fits for me today...wrote a piece about lightening yesterday....gorgeous.
I would have to agree with Jane. Ruthi not only has Rumi firing on all cylinders, but also his violin very finely tuned and bow dialed in.
And that Jalal al-Din was known to sometimes skip around irreverently never letting his thought by bound, kept within.
But I feel the timing, has a lot to do with Ruthi dance step with him.
i attend your banquet as wine attends. that is rumi in my life. steven
I am liking the intimacy of such, without being 'in your face'. Beautifully done.
I like what Steven said -- about how Rumi appears in life, like wine attending a banquet.
Fluid. Nectar of the gods. Rich and resplendent. Flowing.
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