Excerpts from In the Fire of Grace by dancer and choreographer Banafsheh Sayyad Poetry by Rumi, recited by Andrew Harvey Music: Babak Sharifi and Pejman Hadadi www.banafsheh.org
Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation! I say these things disinterestedly. Accept them in kind. Love is a madman working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains, drinking poison, and now quietly choosing annihilation. A tiny spider tries to wrap an enormous wasp. Think of the spiderweb woven across the cave where Mohammad slept! There are love stories, and there is obliteration into love. You've been walking the ocean’s edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under and deeper under, a thousand times deeper! Love flows down. The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that? Don’t put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit-ear listen to the green dome’s passionate murmur. Let the cords of your robe be untied. Shiver in this new love beyond all above and below. The sun rises, but which way does night go? I have no more words. Let soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.
I'd definitely think that having serious issues with lust, is definitely not purity of spirit. It doesn't matter how much self deception about that too, God sees the TRUTH. Love, including love of the arts as spectators, appreciate, but by no means have absolutely any type of selfish wicked intentions going through minds, much less of any sexual inclinations towards, no matter if males and females, and of course the pure type of patronage of the arts is acceptable. That's why where there's wickedness about expressions of own historical arts and cultures, losses increase, and others elsewhere in the world can gain from.
Love comes with a knife, not some
shy question, and not with fears
for its reputation! I say
these things disinterestedly. Accept them
in kind. Love is a madman
working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes,
running through the mountains, drinking poison,
and now quietly choosing annihilation.
A tiny spider tries to wrap an enormous wasp.
Think of the spiderweb woven across the cave
where Mohammad slept! There are love stories,
and there is obliteration into love.
You've been walking the ocean’s edge,
holding up your robes to keep them dry.
You must dive naked under and deeper under,
a thousand times deeper! Love flows down.
The ground submits to the sky and suffers
what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse
for giving in like that?
Don’t put blankets over the drum!
Open completely. Let your spirit-ear
listen to the green dome’s passionate murmur.
Let the cords of your robe be untied.
Shiver in this new love beyond all
above and below. The sun rises, but which way
does night go? I have no more words.
Let soul speak with the silent
articulation of a face.
Wow wonderful! ❤️
A dance of the mountainside.
❤️🔥❤️
Love from India Beutiful ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🌷🙏
❤ 4m India
👌👌💐💐💐
I'd definitely think that having serious issues with lust, is definitely not purity of spirit. It doesn't matter how much self deception about that too, God sees the TRUTH. Love, including love of the arts as spectators, appreciate, but by no means have absolutely any type of selfish wicked intentions going through minds, much less of any sexual inclinations towards, no matter if males and females, and of course the pure type of patronage of the arts is acceptable. That's why where there's wickedness about expressions of own historical arts and cultures, losses increase, and others elsewhere in the world can gain from.