It Is at Moments After I Have Dreamed by e.e. cummings

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Milkshakes

Just a little something from one of my favorite movies, Before Sunrise.

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Into the Mystic

I came across a few poems by the Persian mystic and lyrical poet, Hafiz. I appreciate that the Sufi poets used wine as the symbol for love (for obvious reasons). I really enjoyed reading Hafiz's poems and thought I'd share some words that I liked best!

"Listen: this world is the lunatic's sphere, Don't always agree it's real, Even with my feet upon it And the postman knowing my door, My address is somewhere else."

"Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, 'You owe me.' Look what happens with a love like that - it lights the whole world."

"And the sun and the moon sometimes argue over who will tuck me in at night. If you think I am having more fun than anyone on this planet, you are absolutely correct."

"Let's get loose with compassion. Let's drown in the delicious ambiance of love."

Let us be like

Two falling stars in the day sky.

Let no one know of our sublime beauty

As we hold hands with God

And burn

Into a sacred existence that defies -

That surpasses

Every description of ecstasy

And love.

"We have come into this exquisite world to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom and light!"

“I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.”

 
O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships.
With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks
The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips.
In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast
Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips.
With wine color your robe, one of the old Magi’s best tips
Trust in this traveler’s tips, who knows of many paths and trips.
The dark midnight, fearful waves, and the tempestuous whirlpool
How can he know of our state, while ports house his unladen ships.
I followed my own path of love, and now I am in bad repute
How can a secret remain veiled, if from every tongue it drips?
If His presence you seek, Hafiz, then why yourself eclipse?
Stick to the One you know, let go of imaginary trips.

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*Again and again... love this!

Poetry.

A Clear Midnight

by Walt Whitman

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.

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The Poet Laureate of the North Side...

Perhaps it's the alignment of the stars or maybe I'm just feeling lonely. Lately, I have been in quite a romantic mood. I find myself listening to love songs, reading poetry, choosing wine over my usual beer and burning candles. It's a little pathetic but I'm just being honest. It's all about love, right? There should be no shame in admitting these things. Here is a poem that I've cherished since I was a little girl. It's entitled "To Anthea" and it's by 17th century poet, Robert Herrick. It's pretty scandalous reading material for an 8-year-old but I was always ahead of my time ;)

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