Friday, March 20, 2009
How interestingly perfect and fitting it is that the traditional Persian new year marks the first day of the vernal equinox, or the beginning of spring...
Spring has arrived, O Souls!
Young branches on the tree, dance!
You've lost your head and feet,
so without your head and feet, dance!
You who is drunk with existence,
the dissolution of self is your destiny.
The time for losing the self is here.
Prepare yourself for the journey,
The end of war is here,
the music of the harp begins to stir
Clothing has no importance,
you with a beautiful frame, dance!
The peacock will appear, his colors will shine,
he'll call out
To the bird of the soul,
"You without wings, dance!"
- Rumi, Sufi mystic poet (translated by Haale)
I crave the promise of spring on my skin...