Tag: door

  • Love after love

    By Derek Walcott

    The time will come
    when, with elation,
    you will greet yourself arriving
    at your own door, in your own mirror,

    and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
    and say, sit here. Eat.
    You will love again the stranger who was your self.
    Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
    to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

    all your life, whom you ignored
    for another, who knows you by heart.
    Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

    the photographs, the desperate notes,
    peel your own image from the mirror.
    Sit. Feast on your life.

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  • Lip of Insanity

    Lip of Insanity
    Lip of Insanity

    I have lived on the lip
    of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
    knocking on a door. It opens.
    I’ve been knocking from the inside.

    ― Rumi

     

  • Question

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    The Moody Blues

    Written by Justin Hayward

    Why do we never get an answer
    When we’re knocking at the door
    With a thousand million questions
    About hate and death and war?
    ‘Cos when we stop and look around us,
    There is nothing that we need,
    In a world of persecution
    That is burning in its greed.

    Why do we never get an answer
    When we’re knocking at the door
    Because the truth is hard to swallow
    That’s what the war of love is for

    It’s not the way that you say it
    When you do those things to me
    It’s more the way that you mean it
    When you tell me what will be

    And when you stop and think about it
    You won’t believe it’s true
    That all the love you’ve been giving
    Has all been meant for you.

    I’m looking for someone to change my life,
    I’m looking for a miracle in my life
    And if you could see what it’s done to me,
    To lose the love I knew
    Could safely lead me through.

    Between the silence of the mountains,
    And the crashing of the sea,
    There lies a land I once lived in,
    And she’s waiting there for me,
    But in the grey of the morning,
    My mind becomes confused,
    Between the dead and the sleeping,
    And the road that I must choose.

    I’m looking for someone to change my life,
    I’m looking for a miracle in my life
    And if you could see what it’s done to me,
    To lose the love I knew,
    Could safely lead me to
    The land that I once knew,
    To learn as we grow old
    The secrets of our soul.

    It’s not the way that you say it
    When you do those things to me
    It’s more the way you really mean it
    When you tell me what will be

    Why do we never get an answer
    When we’re knocking at the door
    With a thousand million questions
    About hate and death and war?
    ‘Cos when we stop and look around us,
    There is nothing that we need,
    In a world of persecution
    That is burning in its greed.

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  • Close the Language-Door

    By Rumi

    There is some kiss we want
    with our whole lives,
    the touch of Spirit on the body.

    Seawater begs the pearl
    to break its shell.

    And the lily, how passionately
    it needs some wild Darling!

    At night, I open the window
    and ask the moon to come
    and press its face against mine.
    Breathe into me.

    Close the language-door,
    and open the love-window

    The moon won’t use the door,
    only the window.
    From: Like This Versions of Rumi by Coleman Barks

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