10/3/08

sunlight on catmasutra street...


The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.
We must get up and take that in,
that wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it's gone.


Dance, when you're broken open.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you're perfectly free.



The sun is love. the lover
a speck circling the sun.

A Spring wind moves to dance
any branch that isn't dead.



Keep walking, though there's no place to get to.
Don't try to see through the distances.
That's not for human beings. Move within,
but don't move the way fear makes you move.

words by Rumi
;)