Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Tending Two Shops

by Rumi

Don't run around this world
looking for a hole to hide in.

There are wild beasts in every cave!
If you live with mice,
the cat claws will find you.

The only real rest comes
when you're alone with God.

Live in the nowhere that you came from,
even though you have an address here.

That's why you see things in two ways.
Sometimes you look at a person
and see a cynical snake.

Some one else sees a joyful lover,
and you're both right!

Everyone is half and half,
like the black and white ox.

Joseph looked ugly to his brothers,
and most handsome to his father.

You have eyes that see from that nowhere,
and eyes that judge distances,
how high and how low.

You own two shops,
and you run back and forth.

Try to close the one that's a fearful trap,
getting always smaller. Checkmate,
this way. Checkmate that.

Keep open the shop
where you're not selling fishhooks anymore.
You are the free-swimming fish.

Monday, December 13, 2010

This Love

I am here, in this moment.


In your arms, I learn stillness.
In your heart, the words for poems.


How many lives have we shared?
How many paths have we walked?


The sign of the circle, it moves,
                            Expanding,
Like Earth that dissolves in Fire,
                            Fire in Earth,
As old as the Light
that travels across the cosmos.


It is the same Light inside your eyes
I turn and gaze into you,
This sight becomes
                           this Love.


By Mai Brehaut
12/13/10
~San Francisco



Sunday, December 12, 2010

What Pleasure...

What pleasure
my eyes reveal
the silk fabric of the sky
weaved in colors of gold, pink, violet and blue.


I stare at the wonders
the clouds mirroring the
ocean, waves, swirling,
dancing, dancing,
free before me.


Forgive me. I curse myself,
the indignity of human form,
how I blame you for taking care of you,
for worrying too much over you.
Forgive me.


I breathe the air that opens me,
pouring into me, again and again.


I stare at the wonders
the clouds mirroring the
ocean, waves, swirling,
dancing, dancing,
weaved in colors of gold, pink, violet and blue.


Forgive me. I curse myself,
numb by loneliness and
the darkness of Doubt.
I step back foolishly, too easily
away from you.


My eyes are open.


I watch as you come next to me,
lean your weight on my side.
I bend and bend,
kneeling to the ground,
you sit at my side.


We watch the painted sky.
Such grace...
Such pleasure...
for it has always been you
taking care of me,
this whole time,
bringing me back to Love.


By Mai Brehaut
San Francisco, CA
~12/12/10




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