It’s Rose, Rose đźŚą

Posted by Maverick ~ on May 31, 2019
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It’s Rose, Rose

Origin of the rose one is rose,
descent of the Prophet is rose
I walked into the garden of Shah,
all of it, all planted as rose, rose
I walked into the garden of Shah,
all of it, all planted as rose, rose

In the grapevine; rose branches,
in the beehives; rose honeys
In trees; rose poises,
cypress and planes are all rose, rose
In trees; rose poises,
cypress and planes are all rose, rose

Bloom, come my rosebud,
don’t make your madly-in-love nightingale cry
Bloom, come my rosebud,
don’t make your madly-in-love nightingale cry

All the lamentation and “ah”s 
of this moaning poor tongue is rose, rose
All the lamentation and “ah”s 
of this moaning poor tongue is rose, rose

They make scales of rose,
they balance the rose with the rose
They buy rose, sell rose,
all markets and bazaars are rose, rose
They buy rose, sell rose,
all markets and bazaars are rose, rose

Come oh come laugh hey Nesîmî,
it’s the rose season again
Come oh come laugh hey Nesîmî,
it’s the rose season again

Is this lamentation a nightingale’s voice?
Its voice, its lamentation is all rose, rose
Is this lamentation a nightingale’s voice?
Its voice, its lamentation is all rose, rose

~ Kul Nesîmî


Note: Here; the “rose” is a metaphor. It symbolizes “the beloved one” and “love” all over. In the people’s hearts, in the world, everywhere. Also, it’s a symbol of Prophet Mohammad (s.a.s.) in Islamic literature. 

1-In “divan poem”; “Nightingale” is the lover of rose. He cries in the night for rose to bloom it. So the loving one and beloved one come together, they become one in love, and love comes all over the world.
2-“Ah” means sigh, as the sound of cry. and it’s a curtailed saying of “Allah” also.
3-Tongue here as his words.
4-In Turkish “GĂĽl” means “rose” and “laugh” also.

 

Being a lover ~

Posted by Maverick ~ on May 17, 2019
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Being a lover means your heart must ache,
No sickness hurts as much as when hearts break,
The lover’s ailment’s totally unique,
Love is the astrolabe of all we seek,
Whether you feel divine or earthly love,
Ultimately we’re destined for above.
To capture love whatever words I say
Make me ashamed when love arrives my way,
While explanation sometimes makes things clear
True love through silence only one can hear:
The pen would smoothly write the things it knew
But when it came to love it split in two,
A donkey stuck in mud is logic’s fate—
Love’s nature only love can demonstrate:
Sunshine reveals its nature in each ray,
So if it’s proof you want just look this way!
Shadows can indicate what’s shining bright
But it’s the sun which fills your soul with light

Rumi
[Masnavi]

Amor ~

Posted by Maverick ~ on May 13, 2019
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So many days, oh so many days
seeing you so tangible and so close,
how do I pay, with what do I pay?

The bloodthirsty spring
has awakened in the woods.
The foxes start from their earths,
the serpents drink the dew,
and I go with you in the leaves
between the pines and the silence,
asking myself how and when
I will have to pay for my luck.

Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve touched,
it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.

What am I to do, love, loved one?
I don’t know how others love
or how people loved in the past.
I live, watching you, loving you.
Being in love is my nature.

You please me more each afternoon.

Where is she? I keep on asking
if your eyes disappear.
How long she’s taking! I think, and I’m hurt.
I feel poor, foolish and sad,
and you arrive and you are lightning
glancing off the peach trees.

That’s why I love you and yet not why.
There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
for love has to be so,
involving and general,
particular and terrifying,
joyful and grieving,
flowering like the stars,
and measureless as a kiss.

That’s why I love you and yet not why.
There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
for love has to be so,
involving and general,
particular and terrifying,
joyful and grieving,
flowering like the stars,
and measureless as a kiss.

~Pablo Neruda

Frida Kahlo’s Garden ~

Posted by Maverick ~ on April 18, 2019
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“Powell Gardens, Kansas City’s botanical garden, is the only Kansas City-area venue to host Frida Kahlo’s Garden, an in-depth exhibition focusing on the influences and inspirations behind Frida Kahlo’s (1907–1954) body of work.” Here’s a sampling of that exhibit which is both biographical and educational. 

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The Asylum

Posted by Maverick ~ on April 2, 2019
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I was strolling in the gardens of an insane asylum when I met a young man who was reading a philosophy book. His behavior and his evident good health made him stand out from the other inmates.

I sat down beside him and asked:

What are you doing here?

He looked at me, surprised. But seeing that I was not one of the doctors, he replied:

It’s very simple. My father, a brilliant lawyer, wanted me to be like him.
My uncle, who owns a large emporium, hoped I would follow his example.
My mother wanted me to be the image of her beloved father.
My sister always set her husband before me as an example of the successful man.
My brother tried to train me up to be a fine athlete like himself.
And the same thing happened at school, with the piano teacher and the English teacher — they were all convinced and determined that they were the best possible example to follow.
None of them looked at me as one should look at a man, but as if they were looking in a mirror.

So I decided to enter this asylum. At least here I can be myself.

– Khalil Gibran

The Silk Worm

Posted by Maverick ~ on March 10, 2019
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The Silk Worm


I stood before a silk worm one day.
And that night my heart said to me,

“I can do things like that, I can spin skies,
I can be woven into love that can bring warmth to
people;
I can be soft against a crying face,
I can be wings that lift, and I can travel on my
thousand feet

throughout the earth, my sacs filled with the
sacred.”

And I replied to my heart,
“Dear, can you really do all those things?”

And it just nodded “Yes” in silence.
So we began and will never cease.

~Rumi