Sunday in the restroom at the Shell Oil Company lavatory, new Open Salon readers (great newbies are here) file former complaints because the sounds coming from the CEO's bath & wash stall:` sounds were groans, like those erie war moans.
Why Just Ask The Donkey. Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hafiz (Sufi 1320-1389) Goetheloved Hafiz, who's enthusiasm rubbed off on Ralph Waldo Emmerson. Mr. Emerson translated Hafiz in the 19th century. Others admired Hafiz:`
Nietzsche, Pushkin, Turgenev, Carlyle, and Garcia Lorca. Sherlock Holmes read Hafiz. In DC this week at a farmers market the poet Rumi was mentioned. The market manager loves Hafiz. She quoted him. I always say:`If you like Rumi, you will love Hafiz. Both were high school prom dates, disguise?
Just ask the donkey in me to speak to the donkey in you. Why, when there are so many other beautiful animals and brilliant colored birds inside that are longing to say something wonderful and exciting to your heart?
Let's open all the locked doors upon our eyes that keep us from knowing the Intelligence that begets love and a more lively and satisfying conversation with the Friend.
Let's turn loose our golden falcons so that they can meet in the sky where our spirits belong-- Necking like two hot kids.
Let's hold hands and get drunk near the sun and sing sweet songs to Nature God until Everyone joins us with few notes from their own sublime lute and drum.
If you have abetter idea of how to pass a lonely night after your glands may have performed all the little magic then speak up sweethearts, speak up, for all the world will listen.
Why just bring a donkey asking for stale hay and a boring conference with the idiot in regards to this precious matter-- such a precious matter as love,
When there are so many other divine animals and brilliant colored birds inside that are longing to sweetly greet you!
Editors Pick? The editor pick interview with Meryl Streep? Actress Ms. Streep will play the great cook, Julia Childs in a new film. Julia Childs love seed saving investments for a future to be possible. Mr. William Woys Weaver was a Friend of Julia Childs. He is an heirloom foods historian. William Woys Weaver and Julia Childs licked the wood spoon ladle clean. They double dipped too without fear of communicable mad-cow disease and pork hormone ingestion. Meryl Streep is as sweet as Weaver and cook Childs.
Hafiz wrote (so did Thomas Paine):`The foundation of greatness is always built upon this foundation:`The ability to appear, speak, and act as the most common women and men. huh? Editor Pick for the Sunday audio:`a happy one is clearly enunciating the 'k' in 'knowing' and this is a stolen paraphrase thought from senyru poet Robert H. Deluty's book:`A Handful of Sand.
Eugene Delacroix wrote:`O artist, you search for a subject-- everything is a subject. Your subject is yourself, your impressions in the presence of all Nature.
Hafix wrote:`This Sane Idea. Let your Intelligence begin to rule whenever you sit with others using this sane idea (sing):`Leave all your cocked guns in a field from us, one of those damn things may go off.
Hafiz wrote:`Confront the masters of what strong forces stunt (cynicism) the human nature. Celebrate the most ordinary experiences of life as precious divine gifts. Can we be invited to "awake awhile" and listen to childlike laughter, music and joy, and the various delightful things that surround us.
Hafiz ask:`What is this precious love and laughter budding in human hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up. It pulsates around and within us. In one poem:`I Hold the Lion's Paw. This:`I hold the Lion's Paw whenever I dance. The falcon knows the ecstasy when they make love against the sky, and the sun and moon argue over who will tuck you in tonight.
One can have more fun than anyone on the planet. That's absolutely correct. The heart's wings make love against the Sky. And the sun and moon someday will argue who will be the One who gets to tucks you and me in at Night.
I giggle at this:`Mismatched Newly (newbies) Weds:`Like a pair of mismatched newlyweds, one of whom feels insecure, and you and I keep turning to say, "Kiss me?" In the poem:` Your It! Nature God is disguised as a myriad things and plays a game of tag. One kissed you and said:`"Your It!" I mean, your Really IT!" Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. Major league wonderful is someday going to happen.
Hafiz writes in:`Just Looking For Trouble. I had a student who would suit alone in his house at night shivering with worries and Fear. In the morning often appearing as if raped by a ghost ... Then Hafiz was very proud of the student. For now, come night, not only is fear lost, now s/he goes out just looking for trouble.
Somewhere, the former scholar Rumi mentions a person goes to the market place and bangs everyone on the thigh with a percussion drum tambourine. For Sunday via Monday fun? Read a few of those Rumi poems: Steambath, Breadmaker, Lame Goat... on and on ... this last one is to aspire ...
The Music- For sixty years I have been forgetful. every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped r slowed. I deserve nothing. Today I recognize that I am a guest the mystics talk about. I play this living music for my host. I saw you last night at the gathering, but could not take you openly in my arms, so I put my lips next to your cheek, pretending to talk privately.