Evening Sycamores
—Photo by Katy Brown, Davis
THE WAY THE FOREST SHELTERS
—Rabia, c. 717-801
I know about love the way the fields know about light,
the way the forest shelters,
the way an animal's divine raw desire seeks to unite with
whatever might please its soul—without a single
strange thought
of remorse.
There is a powerful delegation in us that
lobbies every moment for contentment.
How will you ever find peace
unless you yield to love
the way the gracious earth
does to our hand's
—Rabia, c. 717-801
I know about love the way the fields know about light,
the way the forest shelters,
the way an animal's divine raw desire seeks to unite with
whatever might please its soul—without a single
strange thought
of remorse.
There is a powerful delegation in us that
lobbies every moment for contentment.
How will you ever find peace
unless you yield to love
the way the gracious earth
does to our hand's
impulse.
(trans. by Daniel Ladinsky)
(trans. by Daniel Ladinsky)
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—Medusa