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On Rumi

Rumi (Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkhī) is a 13th century Persian poet. He lived most of his life under the Sultanate of Rum, where he produced his works. While his works are written in the new Persian language, many different translations, and interpretations, can be found. Rumi has quickly become one of my favorite poets.

I ran across this selection this morning and it brought my thoughts to Kyudo:

If you never searched for truth
come with us
and you will become a seeker.

If you were never a musician
come with us
and you will find your voice.

You may posses immense wealth
come with us
and you will become love’s beggar.

You may think yourself a master
come with us
and love will turn you into a slave.

If you’ve lost your spirit,
come with us
take off your silk coverings,
put on our rough cloak
and we will bring you back to life
. ~Rumi

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Haiku

I ran across this haiku from “Chibi”, the pen name of Dennis M. Holmes:

sudden shower!
each raindrop
a bull’s-eye

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One, One, One

ONE, ONE, ONE
Rumi

The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same.
So many garish lamps in the dying brain’s lamp shop,
Forget about them.
Concentrate on essence, concentrate on Light.
In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own holy fire,
The Light strains toward you from all things,
All people, all possible permutations of good, evil, thought, passion.
The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same.
One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind,
Endlessly emanating all things.
One turning and burning diamond,
One, one, one,
Ground yourself, strip yourself down,
To blind loving silence.
Stay there, until you see
You are gazing at the Light
With its own ageless eyes.

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Rubaiyat verse

I wanted to share this poem. It has a beautiful message. Much too beautiful to be lost down in the bottom of the comment section – JM

Comment:

Aaron Blackwell
sckyudo@aol.com
205.188.117.10
Submitted on 2009/03/12 at 7:16pm

From one of my favorite poets:

Early one morning I heard an angelic chime
Bringing news of a loving and joyous clime
Pursuit of the unimportant is the worst crime
Live in joy & love before the end of your time.

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Kyudo Poetry

A Zen Master of the Kamakura period once described Kyudo as such:

No target’s erected

No bow’s drawn

And the arrow leaves the string:

It may not hit,

But it does not miss.

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Archer, Archer!
Take Aim!
Knock your shaft,
bend your bow.
Become the arrow,
and with its loose,
let the string cut straight through you.
With this shot, you die.
With the next, you are reborn.

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The World is Too Much with Us

William Wordsworth (1807)

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.–Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

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