October 10, 2007

• new moon dharana

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  I am part of the load
  Not rightly balanced
  I drop off in the grass,
  like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse
  wherever I fall.

  
  

  For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains
  floating and flying in the will of the air,
  often forgetting ever being
  in that state, but in sleep
  I migrate back. I spring loose
  from the four-branched, time -and-space cross,
  this waiting room.

  
  

  I walk into a huge pasture
  I nurse the milk of millennia

  
  

  Everyone does this in different ways.
  Knowing that conscious decisions
  and personal memory
  are much too small a place to live,
  every human being streams at night
  into the loving nowhere, or during the day,
  in some absorbing work.

  
  

   

  
  

  <RUMI>

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