Wednesday, June 16, 2010

~more waking with Rumi~

~~ gracias, for all the reminders, Friend ~~








Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

7 comments:

Sandi said...

Oh, I like this very much! Especially "Let the beauty we love be what we do". Thanks!

Sylvan Woman said...

Absolutely!

Snow shovel or guitar, you handle them equally well.

I, however, even if I still had it, would not be getting out my clarinet from the sixth grade.

el poquito said...

... or the quilter's needle, SW ~~ "the beauty we love be what we do."

the children,
the grandchildren,
the gardens of our lives -
All, part of the flor y canto,
the flowers and songs
we one day leave behind.

for today though,
love your garden.
Protect it,
tend it.
Help it grow.

shovel,
guitar,
needle,
wooden spoon,
pen,
paint brush

all the same
when used with eyes wide open.

><><

cheers to you both across the garden there.

tarzan said...

"all the same
when used with eyes wide open."

sometimes it's opening the eyes that is the hard part. We let our senses sleep and the world goes past us unnoticed......

then a bird chirps
a flower blooms
the ground trips us
and a friend speaks the music of his words
thank you ep

el poquito said...

Tarzan! hey there - oh, you show up lots - all the time, in fact - your kids know it, your grandkids know it, that guy sittin' across the room knows it. Ain't nobody complainin' that your not there enough for them -- ahem, except for maybe that one looking back at you in the mirror. Go take her out for a spin. She'll enjoy your attention. xo

rocketj said...

Hi there!
I left this comment regarding your cabin post of June 3rd on the blog, but then wasn't sure if you'd see it any time soon, or at all. I couldn't find your email address, and I just wanted you to know this now...

My dear El,
I was actually looking for another of your posts, and was deeply frustrated when I realized that I had completely missed this message while I was wrapped up in my own little roller coaster. My apologies for not congratulating/hugging you in a more timely way.

All I can say is I am so grateful for your good news. For you, but selfishly, also for me, because I am just getting to know you. And I think you are a wonderful person to know.

I did go to the Matisse, by the way, half because I needed to for myself, but half because you had sent me on that mission. I might well have blown it off if you hadn't. I'm trying to write something on it, and will post it one of these days.
xoxo,
Roxanne

el poquito said...

Hey Roxanne! So glad you were able to make it to the Matisse exhibit. Wish I could have - oh well, I still have the lovely memory of twenty-five years ago - an amazing show of his late work - the cutouts, mock-ups of the chapel he created in the end of his life - what he considered his masterpiece.

Difficult times especially, are times for the arts. They carry us through till we reach the next shore. Keep jumping from oasis to oasis. Plan the next one. It's important!

And thanks for the props ~ It's good to be walking along the road with you, also.

One foot in front of the other ~~ Forward, we go!