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[elisi]

Via Sullivan (again) a beautiful and very relevant poem by the great 13th Century Persian poet, Rumi. The imagery is startling:

"A Green-Winged Longing"

This world of two gardens, and both so beautiful.
This world, a street where a funeral is passing.
Let us rise together and leave "this world,"

as water goes bowing down itself to the ocean.
From gardens to the gardener, from grieving
to wedding feast. We tremble like leaves

about to let go. There's no avoiding pain,
or feeling exiled, or the taste of dust.

But also we have a green-winged longing
for the sweetness of the Friend.

These forms are evidence of what
cannot be shown. Here's how it is

to go into that: rain that's been leaking
into the house decides to use the downspout.

The bent bowstring straining at our throats
releases and becomes the arrow!

Mice quivering in fear of the housecat suddenly
change to half-grown lion cubs, afraid of nothing.

So let's begin the journey home,
with love and compassion for guides,
and grace protecting. Let your soul turn

into an empty mirror that passionately wants
to reflect Joseph. Hand him your present.

Now let silence speak, and as that
gift begins, we'll start out.

-- Version by Coleman Barks
(from a translation by John Moyne)

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Also, in case someone hasn't come across it yet, The Big Picture has stunning photos from the last few days.

ETA: Greenwald has an excellent article: The "Bomb Iran" contingent's newfound concern for The Iranian People!

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[elisi]

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