THE LOVE OF SUCH A ONE

VI.

O thou who art my soul's comfort in the season of sorrow,

O thou who art my spirit's treasure in the bitterness of death!

That which the imagination has not conceived, that

which the understanding has not seen,

Visiteth my soul from thee, hence in worship I turn toward thee 

By thy grace I keep fixed on eternity my amorous gaze,

Except, O king, the pomps that perish lead me astray.

The favour of that one, who brings glad tidings of thee,

Even without thy summons, is sweeter in mine ear that songs.

In the prostrations of prayer thought of thee, O lord,

Is necessary and binding on me as the seven verses.

To thee belongs mercy and intercession for the sin of infidels:

As regards me, thou art chief and principal of the stony-hearted.

If a never-ceasing bounty should offer kingdoms,

If a hidden treasure should set before me all that is,

I would bend down with my soul, I would lay my face in the dust,

I would say, Of all these the love of such a one for me!'

Eternal life, me thinks, is the time of union,

Because time, for me, hath no place there.

Life is the vessels, union the clear draught in them;

Without thee what does the pain of the vessels avail me?

I had twenty thousand desires ere this;

In passion for him not even (care of) my safety remained.

By the help of his grace I am become safe, because

The unseen king saith to me, Thou art the soul of the world.'

The essence of the meaning of "He" has filled my heart and soul;

"Au" cries the street-dog, and neither have I third or second".

The body, at the time of union with him, paid no regard to the spirit;

Tho' incorporeal, he became visible unto me.

I aged with his affliction, but when Tabriz 

You name, all my youth comes back to me.

-"Selected Poems from the Divani Shamsi Tabriz"

Edited and translated by Reynold A. Nicholson

Source Rumi ORG

Facebook covers with Rumi's poetry quotes

This are some facebook covers I made taking some of my favourite Rumi's quotes and personal pictures. Hope you enjoy them =)

Have a nice weekend and enjoy reading poetry. 

Milza López

Poems tribute to Michael Jackson - Idol Lost

This is a special post conmemorating the memory of Michael Jackson, who passed away suddenly at June 25 th in 2009. I will never forget that day and eventhough people say time cures everything and stuff, I still feel exactly the same thing. 
Everyday I still miss Michael, his smile, his strength to conquer the world and his dreams of peace and love remain so hard in my heart. So this week he will take over this blog and I'm posting a few poems about him, this first one was written the Concert Film Director Johnathan D. Jones, and I am adding also a video were he recites it. Thanks to the page UK LOVES MJ for divulgating this magnificent piece of art. 

IDOL LOST

There I was, sitting alone atop the staircase, a waterfall of tears.

My mind zombie like, as I could not fathom what my lens had just captured.

He was beautiful - an Angel on stage - the voice of perfection.

While I withdrew from my family and the world,

I opened my eyes to imagine a genius that took me away.

Through song, through dance, with a soft tone, and a welcoming spirit,

He was me – I shadowed his life.

Certain similarities made me believe I was better than the greatest.

One that stole my soul, replaced, the figure that didn’t live in my house.

Every step precise - every move sensational –

As a kid we all believe in magic.

This magician allowed me to never grow up.

Our talents were not the same. But I studied him.

Added much of the good in him to help make me better.

He was rhythm.

Far beyond the dance I saw him change the world

As a professional child he was on the back end of the chitterling circuit.

A few years removed from colored entrances, and yet love leapt from his lips.

Cultures and races the world over sang in chorus.

He was BAD!

The 1, The only 1,

The 1 human being that I truly saw how Great God is through his warmth

I could not afford what many had the fortune to buy, and see, but I saw him-

I saw him in my dreams.

He stood just behind my eyelids.

I stood in front of mirrors for hours and hours -

Trying to look-like him - I wanted to talk like him,

For a moment I wanted to be him.

Never has anyone captured me completely.

Inspired is'nt justice - empowered by his ascend

No Prince could compare to The King’s gifts.

Entertained family, during holidays with fully imitated shows.

For just those moments I would really become him.

I grew, my gifts came in slightly different packaging, but I stole some of his wrapping.

I absorbed his will and determination for perfection to consume everything I did.

I watched, I studied, I idolized.

When he went into orbit and walked the moon, I simply sobbed.

Sat on the steps so amazed that all I could do was cry.

Imperfection is human,

So there he was, so high above that missiles had to be made up to reach him.

But he wore a glove to protect himself from the disease of hatred, and misunderstanding.

I stored all the good he shared.

Never punished him for falling.

Like a toddler who brings us so much joy, I just wanted to help him up -

Just to see him walk again

To a rich man, eating from trash is strange.

He reached a stage never, imagined, by anyone else, so to a closed minded few -That was strange.

A face -A nose -A color –

As insignificant, as a bag, holding a gift that a child has always wanted.

He was punished.

Backs turned, stories told, while people ran off with the loot.

Not I - I, idolized him.

I’d wished to talk to him.

I dreamed of looking through rare videos, and pictures, together -

So stored in my heart that one day I would open my eyes to see my dream.

But as sudden as a blink, I stood in my room as he was returned to God.

My heart ached. My one dream to share time with him, had been swept away,

or so I thought

As magical as the first moment I saw him -

It was as if he left me with a gift.

Though hard, and not the way I wanted, I had my wish.

As he laid surrounded in gold, and song -

I sat with him as rare pictures appeared across the stage

He was a word that hasn't been created.

He is,

MICHAEL JACKSON

HUGS FROM CHILE!!

Milza López

Printed version of "Heaven" Now on sale + Kindle Edition FREE + New poster

The printed version of "Heaven" is now on sale at Createspace and Amazon!! The paperback is available for you to order while the Kindle version is totally FREE just for limited time, so don't miss the chance of having your favourite poems printed for you to read anywhere or to give others as a very emotional gift.  

More exciting news are coming as "Aurora and Asphyxia" has been fully translated to English, so very soon you will be able to download your FREE copy too!! By now I give you also this new poster that I hope you enjoy and share, made with a small extract of the book "Heaven". 

Don't forget to follow the Pinterest account of the blog in order to get more promotional poster you can share in social networks or even Print and give as a card. 

Hugs from Chile 

Milza L.

An extract from "Presage"... "Heaven" is still FREE

¿Do you really love quotes? As "Heaven" is Now FREE for Kindle in Amazon, I keep on composing original pictures with some extracts from the book, so you can enjoy and share with your friends. This time I've chosen some verses from the poem "Presage", wich is contained in the first chapter called "First Abyss". Hope you like it!! 

Remember watch more of this compositions of visual poetry at the new Pinterest. Thanks!!

It's complicated

It is very complicated not knowing where to go. Even you try and try, looking and analyzing internal and external things, you can't find the compass to show you a destiny, a trace to go, a spark to follow. Now I only see confusing shadows in the veil of the horizon. 

Then, I see the ones that feel so sure, the ones that row with strength, with the certainity they will find their destiny, driving their boats with direct answers and the head up roughing out a direction. I will never find a way to thank to those ones that are still firm in my boat, even knowing that I don't no where I go, that I am completely lost and would be able to dry myself along the ocea before finding a way out. 

I walk in circles following the clouds, their way doesn't make any sense, just like mine. I tread my very own footprints and I forgot how to stop. 

Photo taken by Milza López. Copyright 2014.

It is complicated, so complicated, I told him. It's complicated, and he knows it. I have to open the door for him and I don't where I left my keys, I forgot my own secret keys and there is no trace in my memory about the code of honor. 

I would like to travel in the same ship you do, but I honestly don't know where to go.