Let us write some other way
Love’s secrets – better so.
Leave blood and noise and all of these
And speak no more of Shamas Tabrez.
Out beyond the idea
And right doing
There is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
The world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.
— Rumi (Barks translation)
Death breaks down the cage, liberating the spirit.
Death holds no sway over the phoenix,
That dies to soar again.
Why should I not fly back to my own home?
Why should I tarry in this clayey mold?
— Shamas Tabrez