The Sarabite: Towards an Aesthetic Christianity

There is a continuous attraction, beginning with God, going to the world, and ending at last with God, an attraction which returns to the same place where it began as though in a kind of circle. -Marsilio Ficino

Monday, March 19, 2007

Like This


Like This



by



Coleman Barks (based on a poem by 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, then 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?

Huuuu.

How did Jacob's sight return?

Huuuuu.



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.

1 Comments:

At 3:06 PM, Blogger AG said...

'If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,

don't try to explain the miracle.

Kiss me on the lips.

Like this. Like this.'

Almost as wonderful as when you were reading it to me.

 

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