It looks like you're using an Ad Blocker.
Please white-list or disable AboveTopSecret.com in your ad-blocking tool.
Thank you.
Some features of ATS will be disabled while you continue to use an ad-blocker.
it does not make the sun more accessible, have you ever laid on a beach? it does mirror the suns light to provide some light during night...
reply to post by Xoanon
good Nasruddin Story
A soul moon
appeared in the path of my heart.
How precious is this journey.
I said, O Love
what kind of moon is this?
Love said to me,
this is not for you to question.
be silent.
I said, O Love
what kind of face is this,
angelic, or human?
Love said to me,
this is beyond anything that you know.
Be silent.
I said, please reveal this to me
I am dying in anticipation.
Love said to me,
that is where I want you:
Always on the edge,
be silent.
You dwell in this hall of
images and illusions,
leave this house now
and be silent.
I said, O Love,
tell me this:
Does the Lord know you are
treating me this way?
Love said to me,
yes He does,
just be totally…
totally… silent
-Rumi
Nasrudin went into a bank to cash a check. The teller asked him if he could identify himself. “Yes, I can,” Nasrudin replied, taking out a mirror with which he scrutinized his features, “that’s me all right.”
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
-Rumi
Originally posted by Xoanon
Originally posted by fakedirt
reply to post by ButtUglyToad
full moon tonight toady, best bib and tucker!
Originally posted by fakedirt
reply to post by ButtUglyToad
i caught a glimpse myself after a full day of clear skies, the clouds
rolled in. the brief reveal warmed the spirit against the ice cold
southerly.
i'll transmit a dervishing whirl for you on the eighth toady. disco
box says kwaja mere kwaja.
f
SOME KISS WE WANT
There is some kiss we want with our whole lives,
the touch of spirit on the body.
Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling!
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door and open the love-window.
The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi. Translated by Coleman Barks