Showing posts with label moon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moon. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Mystifying

Image: Orlando Oct 2010 full moon taken by Roland Pozo

For the sake of a single poem, 
you must see many cities, 
many people and things, 
you must understand animals, 
must feel how birds fly, 
and know the gesture which small flowers 
make when they open in the morning.
Rainer Maria Rilke,

Saturday, September 5, 2009

The violin moon






Upon the violin moonlit night
Gentle chords played stars,

dancing

golden sand swirls entwined
Wave's murmured song's
slightest touch ebb flowed

kissed

Gathered clouds swaying
slow, shadows, glow,
Ocean's love ne'er spent

love

Souls song's eternal sung.

*Angelor


Beautiful violin music

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Ramadan 2009

In Muslim nations and regions around the globe, this is the first week of the holy month of Ramadan, a time for followers to abstain from eating, drinking, smoking and sexual activity during the day, breaking their fast each sunset, with traditional meals and sweets. During this time, Muslims are also encouraged to read the entire Quran, to give freely to those in need, and strengthen their ties to God through prayer. The goal of the fast is to teach humility, patience and sacrifice, and to ask forgiveness, practice self-restraint, and pray for guidance in the future. This year, Ramadan will continue until Saturday, September 19th.


A crescent moon is seen behind the King Hussein Bin Talal Mosque in Aman, Jordan
August 23, 2009 during Ramadan



Imam Ahmad Raza (1856-1921 India)


Hearing the clamour about the new moon, I, rushing to you have come!
O` Saqi, I will forever be yours, bring me some wine, Ramadan has come!

With the exception of this one rose, every flower with deafening silence will come!
This the nightingale shall see, when the time of sorrow does come!

When that darling of my life did reveal his Divine Light`s peak!
Every head fell down, bowed, every heart did feverish become!

Having mistaken Paradise for Madina, here I have come!
Now looking at every face, I ask "whither have I come?!"

Except for Madina all gardens will become annihilated, trampled!
You will see this O` denizens of the garden, when winter does come!

The head and the stones of that abode, the eyes and that place of light!
The ingrate is thinking of his homeland after here having come!

The art of writing poetry in the Prophet`s honour is unique indeed!
The intellect has become dazed, dizzy has the imagination become!

How the ground beneath did burn, how fierce was the heat!
Here! That Shadowless Prophet has a cool shadow for us become!

I have just come from Madina O` dwellers of Paradise
How does one survive, who from there to here does come?!

There! Be freed now from the ring of pain O` carrier-pigeon!
With a letter of forgiveness in his hand, that Chieftain has come!
(sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam)

Be erased from Raza`s Tablet of Deeds o` bad works!
Look! Here to my aid my Acchay Mian has come!

Be happy Raza all bad things will be transformed into good!
That beloved Acchay Mian, master of all good people has come!]

A woman at fifty


“In the very beginning, there were no people on the earth, but there was one woman.” A Bushmen saying.

A Woman at Fifty

I see you
a full moon rising
in the red desert

I see you in owl flight
own flight
I see a great moon rising
over the sand

I hear a drum
beating your rhythm
a crone voice in the dark
singing
This is life after earthlife
homelife, children

Your altar
I see the ruby wine, the bread
Have you ever listened
beneath the voices?
Can you see the white candle
breaking open the black cave?

I see a light-limbed dancer
hands throwing fire ash into the night
It is time to make love to a place within
small pleasures with no price.

I see an even-handed drummer
stepping through the fire in beat to your night poem
bringing your hidden self to the dance
so you fly in your own body

through an underground river
the blood courses
held once only in love-fevered veins
now in night flight, star flight

I see a woman in her own time
crone and owl
in her own fantastic history
I see you

And when you are
far away
when I look for you
I will find you - feet in Kalahari sand
and an audience of hands applauding

Christina Coates