Rumi

If anyone asks you
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.

I know that somewhere inside of me there is a great mind looking to express itself. My work and my studies reflect only a small portion of this. I know that I have really great ideas and great things to contribute to the world. And someday I’ll be able to shine the way I think I should be shining. Someday.

Summer

The Dance by Warm Weather

It’s finally summer weather in LA. Spending Sunday at a pool in the Topanga Canyon listening to music like this. Hello Los Angeles band. Goodbye weekend of studying.

 

 

Haiku 2

So many cherries here 

Though so many go hungry

There must be bridges

Knowing

In class today, we discussed how culture affects ones ability to “know.” We discussed a lot of epistemology, which made my brain go, “YAYYYY!” I hadn’t talked about anything philosophy related since my undergraduate years and it’s always such a treat.

My favorite idea rejects the necessity of epistemology and the need to rationalize the irrational and the artist’s ability to exist within mysteries without having to reach for the answers to the pressing questions. The beauty comes from observing complexities, not in the attempting to solve them.

My classmates noticed me nerding out, I’m sure. Yes, my friends. I can get down with some serious English Romantic philosophies if you let me. You probably shouldn’t lead me down that path. I might never return.

And now I’m just exhausted. Much luck to you and yours, my dears.

Adolescent

I idolized Angela Chase. She was everything I wanted to become in the world. Dreamy, inquisitive and somehow smooth enough to have landed Jordan Catalano as her boyfriend.

I’m starting school again, in the midst of a somewhat bleak mindset. I’m hoping today’s session will revive my sense of purpose and drive.

I need to feel inspired.

Stairs

I love my friends who make me do things like this. Silverlake Stairs. Oof.

http://articles.latimes.com/2008/apr/14/health/he-nustairs14

 

 

Tagore

As a teenager, I was fascinated with Middle Eastern poets, particularly  Rabindranath Tagore.

The Gardener XXXVIII
My love, once upon a time your poet launched a great epic in his mind.
Alas, I was not careful, and it struck your ringing anklets and came to grief.
It broke up into scraps of songs and lay scattered at your feet.
All my cargo of stories of old wars was tossed by the laughing waves and soaked in tears and sank.
You must make this loss good to me, my love.
If my claims to immortal fame after death are shattered, make me immortal while I live.
And I will not mourn for my loss nor blame you.

 

Hero

I spent the weekend with this man, Hawaii boy, Jason Momoa. First with Conan the Barbarian, then with several episodes of Game of Thrones.

I root for all Hawaiians doing well, but Jason’s case, he makes it so easy. The movie is pretty dumb, but Game of Thrones is awesome, and I hear he’s great on Battlestar Gallactica. Look at that handsome mug. He makes being a sci-fi/fantasy nerd so much easier.

Noir

There are things I lie awake at night hating. I can’t sleep.

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