have you ever tasted the Forbidden Fruit?


forbidden fruit - have you indulged in the sweet and sour bite of morality. Who decides what's right and wrong?

Image: Tim Browning

I’d like to share a verse of a significant prose with you. Words. So powerful. 

Indulgence in forbidden fruit and manipulating boundaries of morality, “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.’ was quoted to me. Taking time to grasp. 

Only able to pen in a letter, the conflicted duality of emotion towards these moral explorations and judgements. On receipt, he whispered, ‘you have a voice, use it.’ 

I never stopped writing. Or reading the sublime verses of ancient Middle Eastern poets,  philosophers and mystics. These men tease my thoughts; never ceasing to escape the questioning.  

A Great Wagon, Rumi

When I see your face, the stones start spinning!
You appear; all studying wanders.
I lose my place.

Water turns pearly.
Fire dies down and doesn’t destroy.

In your presence I don’t want what I thought
I wanted, those three little hanging lamps.

Inside your face the ancient manuscripts
Seem like rusty mirrors.

You breathe; new shapes appear,
and the music of a desire as widespread
as Spring begins to move
like a great wagon.
Drive slowly.
Some of us walking alongside
are lame!

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
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.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.

Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual?
They wonder about Solomon and all his wives.

In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul
and you are that.

But we have ways within each other
that will never be said by anyone.

Come to the orchard in Spring.
There is light and wine, and sweethearts
in the pomegranate flowers.

If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.

#meetmeinthefield for the forbidden fruit!

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