Fasting

There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.
We are lutes, no more, no less
If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music.
If the brain and the belly are burning clean with fasting,
every moment a new song comes out of the fire.
The fog clears, and new energy makes you run up the steps in front of you.
Be emptier and cry like reed instruments cry.
Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen.
When you're full of food and drink, an ugly metal statue sits where your
spirit should.
When you fast, good habits gather like friends who want to help.
Fasting is Solomon (as) 's ring.
Don't give it to some illusion and lose your power, but even if you have,
if you've lost all will and control, they come back when you fast,
like soldiers appearing out of the ground, pennants flying above them.
A table descends to your tents, the Lord's table.
Expect to see it when you fast, this table spread with other food,
better than the broth of cabbages.

-Rumi
desieyez desieyez
18-21, F
9 Responses Aug 16, 2007

FAULKNER!!!!!!<br />
Yes. All time favorite literary character, besides Jesus and Teddy in "Nine Stories"...has to be Quentin from "The Sound and the Fury"; the way he structured that book, it makes my heart sweat just thinking about it...the thing he did with the watch...OH MY GOD...the symbolism was so fluid, just like his journey to the river...But truthfully, that whole family was an amazing group of characters...and the servants...just ******* amazing.

I used to write poetry, it used to just come to me and I would just write. But now it seems as though those juices have dried up and I am left empty- I haven't read a lot of emily's poetry but I do like faulkner and of course rumi :)

That is a good way to look at it. Emily is enigmatic. I should read more. I like to write poetry; I wish I wrote more as well. Well, you have a reason to be kept from writing-raising a child is very, very difficult and writing is too...it will come to you again when the time is right.

It is one of my absolute favorites. i love all sorts of poetry. Emily Dickinson is another. I used to write pretty good poetry,but,not much since my son was born,which seems pretty pathetic since he is the heart of my life. I just can't seem to sit down and write anymore. He keeps me soo busy. I had some of my poetry in books too. I miss writing. Oh well. At least I make time to read!

Yes, that is a great poem. And so true; to be able to accept life on a daily basis; to be consistently involved with the universe and all that is in it leads to balance and composure; there is little we have to be composed about in this place, but this poem explains why we must. Thank you...

Me too. It is a wonderful poem and idea of how life should be for everyone. Then we would all truly get along not matter what race or creed. Peace, J

wow treehugginjenjen that was such an inspiring poem!! I want to be like that- to be able to live...truly live.

Here's another great one by Rudyard Kipling<br />
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If<br />
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If you can keep your head when all about you<br />
Are losing theirs ans blaming it on you;<br />
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<br />
But make allowance for their doubting too:<br />
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br />
Or,being lied about,don't deal in lies,<br />
Or being hated don't give way to hating,<br />
And yet don't look too good,nor talk too wise;<br />
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If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;<br />
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,<br />
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster <br />
And treat those two impostors just the same:<br />
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken<br />
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br />
Or watch the things you gave your life to,broken,<br />
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;<br />
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If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br />
And risk it in one turn of pitch-and-toss:<br />
And lose,and start again at your beginnings,<br />
And never breathe a word about your loss:<br />
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br />
To serve your turn long after they are gone,<br />
And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br />
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"<br />
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If you can walk with crowds and keep your virtue,<br />
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,<br />
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,<br />
If all men count with you,but none too much:<br />
If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br />
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,<br />
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,<br />
And---which is more---you'll be Man,my son!<br />
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I love that one amongst others too. Peace,J

Rumi was such an imagist. Thanks, I always love reading things by him.