Art as Flirtation and Surrender
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
me ecstasy, give me naked wonder, O my Creator!
birth to the Beloved in me, and let this lover die.
a thousand wrangling desires become one Love."
There is no salvation for the soul
But to fall in Love.
It has to creep and crawl
Among the Lovers first.
Only Lovers can escape
From these two worlds.
This was written in creation.
Only from the Heart
Can you reach the sky.
The rose of Glory
Can only be raised in the Heart.
The Child Angel
Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child,
unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.
They are cruel in their greed and their envy,
their words are like hidden knives thirsting for blood.
Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child,
and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the
forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.
Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the
meaning of all things, let them love you and love each other.
Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my child.
At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower,
and at sunset bend your head and in silence
complete the worship of the day.
slept and dreamt that life was joy.
I awoke and found that
acted and, beheld,
service was joy."
Man's abiding happiness is not in getting anything
but in giving himself up to what is greater than himself,
to ideas which are larger than his individual life,
the idea of his country,
- "My song has put off her adornments. She has no pride of dress and
decoration. Ornaments would mar our union; they would come between thee
and me; their jingling would drown thy whispers."
- "My poet's vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet, I
have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and
straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music."
were hidden in my being; I couldn't see you
I opened my eyes to the world outside; didn't look inside
You remained as the joy in my plays;
playing I forgot you; my days gone by carelessly
Lying hidden deep within my heart,
gave me the tune for my songs of delight and pain;
- A song by
I did not sing your song!