Getting Over
Someone,
or
Something,
…is Hard…
…until…,
it isn’t

Love the Earth
and the Sun
and the Animals.
Despise riches,
Give Alms to everyone that asks,
Stand up for the stupid & crazy,
Devote your income & labor to others,
Hate tyrants, argue not concerning god,
Have patience & indulgence toward people,
Take off your hat to nothing known
or unknown or to any man
or number of men,
Go freely with powerful uneducated persons
and with the young
and with mothers of families,
Read these leaves in the open air
every season of every year of your life,
Reexamine all that you have been told at school
or church or in any book,
Dismiss whatever insults your very own soul,
and your very flesh shall be a great poem
and have the richest fluency not only in its words
but in the silent lines of the lips & face
and between the lashes of your eyes
and in every motion & joint of your body…

~Walt Whitman

Don’t like Gay Marriages ….. Don’t get one
Don’t like abortions ….. Don’t have one
Don’t like sex ….. Don’t do it
Don’t like drugs ….. Don’t do them
Don’t like porn ….. Don’t watch it
Don’t like alcohol ….. Don’t drink it
Don’t like guns ….. Don’t buy one
and…
Don’t like your rights taken away…?
… then don’t take away someone else’s!

~anon

Yesterday I was clever,
so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise,
so I am changing myself

~Rumi

Gamble everything for love,
if you’re a true human being.
If not, leave this gathering.
Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty.
You set out to find God,
but then you keep stopping for long periods
at mean-spirited roadhouses.

The sun is Love.
The Lover, a speck circling the sun.
A Spring wind moves
to dance any branch that isn’t dead.

Something opens our wings.
Something makes boredom
and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness.

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

Dance, when you are broken open.
Dance, when you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded.
Someone sober will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.

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.

When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.

You that came to birth and bring the mysteries,
your voice-thunder makes us very happy.
Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open.

“Out beyond ideas of right doing and wrong doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there”

~Rumi