The warriors tame
The beasts in their past
So that the night's hoofs
Can no longer break the jeweled vision
In the heart.
The intelligent and the brave
Open every closet in the future and evict
All the mind's ghosts who have the bad habit
Of barfing everywhere.
For a long time the Universe
Has been germinating in your spine
But only a Pir* has the talent,
the courage to slay
The past-giant, the future-anxieties.
The warrior
Wisely sits in a circle
With other men
Gathering the strength to unmask
Himself,
Then
Sits, giving.
Like a great illumined planet on
The
Earth.
*Persian: Saint
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
-anaiis nin
-anaiis nin
Monday, February 15, 2010
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