Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Lightning

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:

Jane Lancaster said...

I love this...it fits for me today...wrote a piece about lightening yesterday....gorgeous.

who said...

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.

steven said...

i attend your banquet as wine attends. that is rumi in my life. steven

SarahA said...

I am liking the intimacy of such, without being 'in your face'. Beautifully done.

M.L. Gallagher said...

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.