Hidden behind the veil of mystery, Beauty is eternally free from the slightest stain of imperfection. From the atoms of the world, He created a multitude of mirrors; into each one of them He cast the image of His Face; to the awakened eye, anything that appears beautiful is only a reflection of that Face. Now that you have seen the reflection, hurry to its Source; in that primordial Light the reflection vanishes completely. Do not linger far from that primal Source; when the reflection fades, you will be lost in darkness. The reflection is as transient as the smile of a rose; if you want permanence, turn towards the Source; if you want fidelity, look to the Mine of faithfulness. Why tear your soul apart over something here one moment and gone the next?
| — | Jami, trans. Andrew Harvey & Eryk Hanut, ‘Perfume of the Desert’ |
the sauce, sauté the chicken with tarragon
and grapes, after I watch every morsel
disappear, then, satisfied that you are
satisfied, I’ll let you lay hands on me..”
and grapes, after I watch every morsel
disappear, then, satisfied that you are
satisfied, I’ll let you lay hands on me..”
| — | Karen Kovacik, closing lines to “The Art of Love” from Beyond the Velvet Curtain (The Kent State University Press, 1999) |
“We, in the grappling nights,
we fall from nearness to nearness;
and where Beloved in loving thaws,
we are a plunging stone.”
we fall from nearness to nearness;
and where Beloved in loving thaws,
we are a plunging stone.”
| — | Rainer Maria Rilke (1922, trans. —okei) |
I am pure word, come!
Hold me in your gentle hands
Under a pale moon
Hold me in your gentle hands
Under a pale moon
Take me into you
But should you dare unwrap me
Nothing! Nothing there...
But should you dare unwrap me
Nothing! Nothing there...
| — | okei |
Photo: Azure Roman Pool at Hearst Castle, California by Trey Ratcliff
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