manna to the starving. the natural mystic / blowing through the air.
forgetting is necessary to live. the banalities of redemption: to live in a city i have had to forget what it is to live outside the city. to live in one way i have lost the others.
the sun may rise in the east / at least it settles in the final location.
a constant block on words that will not come. rumi 'tore to pieces the robe of [his] speech', but how far this from that. pictures of youth, and youth lost--the iron poured into the soul, to solidify as spine of steel. beginnings and simplicity--binary, as so many things are, the complexity we construct ourselves, afterwards.
slowdown in classes--to make sure i remember this place, time.
and then our exile
Friday, June 17, 2005 at 8:20 a.m.
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I wonder what you have for breakfast sometimes akhee.
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basit said...
NB: although it may LOOK like i am borrowing words from the red hot chili peppers / bob marley / rumi all in the same post, this is a construction of your MIND, and does not necessarily mean that in the Real World the patches on my cloak are or are not cacophonic, or that i do or do not use double unnegatives , with or without a semblence of quixotic pride, and nor does it have any relation to whether or not i take shafi'i rukhsahs when it comes to sea food.
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basit said...
--shakespeare too, now that i read the post again.
breakfast? it is a political campaign, to change the world. half the time i ignore it. you should come to damascus and find out. you'd make a good barakah surfer, i'd say. in either sense.
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Salwa said...
"barakah surfing"--how i long for thee!
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