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Spring Aphorisms Told by a Sunlit Rock

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Topic: Spring Aphorisms Told by a Sunlit Rock
Posted By: Murabit
Subject: Spring Aphorisms Told by a Sunlit Rock
Date 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.



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"I am a slave. I eat as a slave eats and I sit as a slave sits.", Beloved, sallallahu alyhi wa-sallam.



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Posted By: abuzuhri
Date 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..



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abuzuhri shin



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