deep grey violet becoming silver blue

the morning sky is a deep grey violet becoming silver blue. it's expected to be a day of rain. but mild. a while back, correspondent vancouver ali sent me a couple of poems written by daniel ladinsky. ladinsky has some volumes out in which he "translates" poetry by sufi poets. for a perspective on this you may wish to read this:
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alternately, if you appreciate lovely insightful ecstatic writing and don't need the poem to be certified as authentic or whatever, then read on. the images to support the text are my own taken recently in the backyard here at golden fish world headquarters.

With That Moon Language
 
Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them, 'Love me.'
 
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.
 
Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye that is always saying,
with that sweet moon language, what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?
 
~Hafiz,  translated by Daniel Ladinsky
 
 
The Way Wings Should
 
What will our children do in the morning?
Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play, the way wings should?
Will they have dreamed the needed flights and gathered the strength from the planets that all men and women need to balance the wonderful charms of the earth
So that her power and beauty does not make us forget our own?
 
I know all about the ways of the heart - how it wants to be alive.
Love so needs to love
that it will endure anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment.
But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.
 
What will our children do in the morning if they do not see us fly?
 
~Rumi,  translated by Daniel Ladinsky


thanks to vancouver ali for providing the poetry!