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AlexF · 05-03-2023, 04:37 PM

Suddenly, in the sky at dawn, a moon appeared
by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

Suddenly, in the sky at dawn, a moon appeared,
Descended from the sky
Turned its burning gaze on me,
Like a hawk during the hunt seizing a bird,
Grabbed me and flew with me high into heaven.
When I looked at myself, I could not see myself
For in this moon, my body, by grace, had become soul.
And when I traveled in this soul, I saw nothing but moon,
Until the mystery of eternal theophany lay open to me.
All the nine heavenly spheres were drowned in this moon.
The skiff of my being drowned, dissolved, entirely, in that Sea.
Then, that Sea broke up into waves, Intelligence danced back,
And launched its song,
And the Sea covered over with foam,
And from each bubble of foam something sprang, clothed in form,
Something sprang from each light-bubble, clothed in a body.
Then each bubble of body-foam received a sign from the Sea,
Melted immediately and followed the flow of its waves.
Without the saving, redeeming help of my Lord,
Shams-ul-Haqq of Tabriz,
No one can contemplate the moon, no one can become the Sea.

StillettoDoll · 05-07-2023, 04:56 AM

When you lay there, a brown body floating against
the edges of a tub, the warm water against
your now cold skin, I hope the last ripples that seep
into your blood remind you to picture the forest,
the vestments, the wardrobe, the lion's mane
and four little white kids you read about days before.
The book , the witch, the rug in my classroom
the bookshelf, how to check out a book, bookmarks,
the way to turn the page ,the way to treat
a book is the way you hold a child, is the way
you should be held, with your head up,
your face above the water, not pinned down, no , not
always running from a drunk, run in the fields, hurry,
defend your life. defend Narnia, live in the back
half of the ropero , escondete hasta que la noche se amaina.
Imagine warm nights telling Peter and Edmund about
how to beat back a dragon in your real world- off
the darken streets of Rampart and Renwick. Let
little lucy smile at you, tell you to sleep in the grass.
Look up at the stars, eyes closed, your arms floating
by your sides, the edges of grass against your body.
Listen to the sound of water in the river next to you,
the rain that drops across your face, water all around as you , lay
there, lay in there, no longer cold, warm, away from harm.
Live with Mr. Tummus , mijito, live in the pages, live in Narnia ,
where you can hide forever.

-Lupe Mendez Texas laureate 2022
Local poet

05-03-2023, 04:37 PM	#1
AlexF Member How Do You Identify?: Butch Join Date: May 2020 Location: USA East Coast Posts: 201 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 378 Thanked 377 Times in 142 Posts Rep Power: 5191405	in keeping with the theme of the moon... Suddenly, in the sky at dawn, a moon appeared by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi Suddenly, in the sky at dawn, a moon appeared, Descended from the sky Turned its burning gaze on me, Like a hawk during the hunt seizing a bird, Grabbed me and flew with me high into heaven. When I looked at myself, I could not see myself For in this moon, my body, by grace, had become soul. And when I traveled in this soul, I saw nothing but moon, Until the mystery of eternal theophany lay open to me. All the nine heavenly spheres were drowned in this moon. The skiff of my being drowned, dissolved, entirely, in that Sea. Then, that Sea broke up into waves, Intelligence danced back, And launched its song, And the Sea covered over with foam, And from each bubble of foam something sprang, clothed in form, Something sprang from each light-bubble, clothed in a body. Then each bubble of body-foam received a sign from the Sea, Melted immediately and followed the flow of its waves. Without the saving, redeeming help of my Lord, Shams-ul-Haqq of Tabriz, No one can contemplate the moon, no one can become the Sea.

05-07-2023, 04:56 AM	#2
StillettoDoll Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: Lady Relationship Status: single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Texas Posts: 2,824 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,779 Thanked 3,850 Times in 1,469 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	When a student dies When you lay there, a brown body floating against the edges of a tub, the warm water against your now cold skin, I hope the last ripples that seep into your blood remind you to picture the forest, the vestments, the wardrobe, the lion's mane and four little white kids you read about days before. The book , the witch, the rug in my classroom the bookshelf, how to check out a book, bookmarks, the way to turn the page ,the way to treat a book is the way you hold a child, is the way you should be held, with your head up, your face above the water, not pinned down, no , not always running from a drunk, run in the fields, hurry, defend your life. defend Narnia, live in the back half of the ropero , escondete hasta que la noche se amaina. Imagine warm nights telling Peter and Edmund about how to beat back a dragon in your real world- off the darken streets of Rampart and Renwick. Let little lucy smile at you, tell you to sleep in the grass. Look up at the stars, eyes closed, your arms floating by your sides, the edges of grass against your body. Listen to the sound of water in the river next to you, the rain that drops across your face, water all around as you , lay there, lay in there, no longer cold, warm, away from harm. Live with Mr. Tummus , mijito, live in the pages, live in Narnia , where you can hide forever. -Lupe Mendez Texas laureate 2022 Local poet __________________