>Dear WDK, you say
> "The whole thing's a disaster; everybody's fuckin' starving!"
I agree. You can't create a wasteland and hope to nourish love, trust,
openness. In the last six years, I've had sex once a year...whether I
needed it or not. Before that I was married to a man who wasn't especially
interested in sex. But my twenties were lots of fun :)
So, you know what, Happy Valentine's Day! Here's one for today and future days from Rumi.
& Peace!
Joanna
EACH NOTE
Advice doesn't help lovers! They'e not the kind of mountain stream you can build a dam across.
An intellectual doesn't know what the drunk is feeling!
Don't try to figure what those lost inside love will do next!
Someone in charge would give up all his power, if he caught one whiff of the wine-musk from the room where the lovers are doing who-knows-what!
One of them tries to dig a hole through a mountain. One flees from academic honors. One laughs at famous mustaches!
Life freezes if it doesn't get a taste of this almond cake.
The stars come up spinning every night, bewildered in love.
They'd grow tired with that revolving, if they weren't.
They'd say, "How long do we have to do this!"
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing-pain.
Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clar. Don't try to end it. Be your note. I'll show you how it's enough.
Go up on the roof at night in this city of the soul.
Let everyone climb on their roofs and sing their notes!
Sing loud!
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