Spring Aphorisms Told by a Sunlit Rock

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   Where is spring when bullets and bombs rained on your friends
in afghanistan and iraq while bush going fishing in texas
and blair now recounts his old fortunes and new brown
a tiny ant on black stone in london knows more than we do
because he hears the dhikr of allah by the fuqara
the same songs and praises heard in fez and marrakech
Oh my jamal morelli if you could replay the desert musics
to our beloved ears by the oasis of tafilalet...
far in the southern sahara desert below mount atlas..

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abuzuhri Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Senior Member Joined: 12 September 2006 Location: Malaysia Status: Offline Points: 136	Post Options Post Reply Quote abuzuhri Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Topic: Spring Aphorisms Told by a Sunlit Rock Posted: 17 July 2007 at 8:19pm
	Where is spring when bullets and bombs rained on your friends in afghanistan and iraq while bush going fishing in texas and blair now recounts his old fortunes and new brown a tiny ant on black stone in london knows more than we do because he hears the dhikr of allah by the fuqara the same songs and praises heard in fez and marrakech Oh my jamal morelli if you could replay the desert musics to our beloved ears by the oasis of tafilalet... far in the southern sahara desert below mount atlas..
	abuzuhri shin

Murabit Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Senior Member Joined: 20 March 2004 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 369	Post Options Post Reply Quote Murabit Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 09 April 2007 at 4:35am
	Spring Aphorisms Told by a Sunlit Rock By Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore If you comb your hair forward over a bald spot don�t expect the wind to cooperate. Slick ice horizontal is more fatal than slick ice vertical. The mane of a rose doesn�t make it a lion If stairways appeared in your mouth would those who enter descend into fetid cellars or rise into solariums of light? Eyes reveal what words conceal. Words conceal what the heart feels. The heart feels what distant meadows in absolute solitude do at the break of day. Orange sunlight in shafts of gold hit the heart�s meadows damp with dew. The Iron Age was human beings hammering out a few tools a lifetime. Does technology have to lead to such gluttonous excess? The jaws of the desert open wider than the stomachs of forests. Each inch of rainforest is kissed by acres of rainfall leaning into its green mirror. A mist wipes away cosmetic glamour. King Midas couldn�t eat a seed, or drink a drop of water. At least poverty partakes of the wisdom of the dead � everyone inhabits a pauper�s grave at last. The wristwatch is our personal Doomsday Book. There�s no song like the present that began before throats first opened and goes on when the last ear has been sealed. Death is Spring spelled backwards. Spring is a sunlit rock.
	"I am a slave. I eat as a slave eats and I sit as a slave sits.", Beloved, sallallahu alyhi wa-sallam.