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THE TIME OF DIVULGING

December is gone, along with January and February.
Spring is here. Tulip buds appear.

The empty trees stagger and flail
like drunks going home.

The wind recites a spell.
The rose arbor trembles.

The dark blue water lotus, niluphar,
says to the jasmine, Look how
twisted together we are.

Clover blossom to meadow grass,
This is the grace we have wanted.

The violets bow,
responding to the hyacinths,
and the narcissus winks,
An interesting development.

The willow slings her lightheaded
hair around, saying nothing,
and the cypress grows even more still.
Everybody is so beautifully
becoming themselves.

Artists go outdoors to let the beauty
move through their hands and their brushes.

Sweet-feathered birds light on the pulpit.
The soul sings, Ya hu. The dove
replies, Coo, coo

The roses open their shirts.
It is not right to stay closed
when the time of divulging comes.

One rosebud remarks to the nightingale,
Lilies have hundreds of tongues,
but they do not tell their secrets.

No more holding back. Be reckless.
Tell your love to everybody.

And so the nightingale does.
The plane tree bends to the vine,
Stand up. The prostrating
part of prayer is over.

The vine, This prostration is not voluntary.
I have that in me that makes me always
like this, burning with surrender,
flat on my face.

It is the same power
that makes you plane.

The rose asks the saffron,
Why so pale?

The plump red apple replies,
Because saffron does not understand
that the beloved is absence
as well as this fullness.

Just then stones begin
bombarding him, but he laughs,
knowing how lover calls to lover.

Zuleikha tears Joseph’s shirt,
but that is love-play to make him naked.

The apple absorbs a direct hit
and stays on the tree.

I hang here like Hallaj, feeling those lips
on me, the honor of being lifted up
on a crucifixion apple tree.

Now the kissing is over.
Fold your love in.
Hide it like pastry filling.

Whisper within with
a shy girl’s tenderness.

--Rumi

Ask me if you dare
gingerhaze:

Quality comic blog

gingerhaze:

Quality comic blog

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kitroku:

think you should probably lose the my there, that’s the cougar’s house now

kitroku:

think you should probably lose the my there, that’s the cougar’s house now

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For if you suffer your people to be ill-educated, and their manners to be corrupted from their infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded from this, but that you first make thieves and then punish them.”
                    ― Thomas More, Utopia

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enjolras-is-captain-sassy:

enjoldongle:

i heard you were talking shit about severus snape have a high five and your bedtime is never 

is this what harry’s life would have been like if he grew up with sirius

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toomanyfandomssolittletime:

toomanyfandomssolittletime:

its really hard being a Hindu, because i wanna taste beef but i can’t because of religion. damn.

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wAIT WHAT

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mY SKIN IS WHITE???

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I’M NOT INDIAN???? I’VE NOT BEEN A HINDU FOR 16 YEARS BECAUSE MY PARENTS ARE ALSO HINDUS??

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cAN I FINALLY STOP WORSHIPPING COWS?!?!?!!

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conv0itise:







I’d love to sit there and just drink my tea, listening to the rain





 I’d love to have sex there and listen to the rain between moans



 there are two kinds of people




both please

conv0itise:

I’d love to sit there and just drink my tea, listening to the rain


I’d love to have sex there and listen to the rain between moans


there are two kinds of people

both please

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tevlek:

igotyouthiscat:

"Can I get a photo of just you?"

"You can have 87 billion"

and then we had a photo shoot

No one poses like Gaston!

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jtotheizzoe:

You know it’s spring when, just after sunset, the refrigerator constellation rises in the western sky.

(But seriously, remember that our perspective on the stars is at the same time wonderfully unique but not at all special, and the stellar stories that we write are products not only of our imaginations, but also our brain’s relentless desire to recognize patterns in random assortments of far away dots)

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theartofknightjj:

We like to let out our animal side every once in a while.

Please Reblog and don’t repost on other sites!

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