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Thursday, June 25, 2009
Enyah
adalah sumpah yang kemudian tumpah di malam basah pada langit yang rebah jiwa-jiwa lungkrah bercampur darah terseliplah dalam sejarah perihal sebuah kisah yang berharga murah saling bantah dan saling serapah untuk hal yang salah tetapi menjadi lumrah sebab semua pongah dan lupa pada amanah bedebah... enyahlah... Gambir, 25 - Juni - 2009, 4.37 PM digurat oleh iqbal | 1 Tanggapan Thursday, June 11, 2009
Mati
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e p i m d e a n d l g i a i r m k i a t s u n y i Patas AC 63, 11 Juni 2009, 5.56 pm digurat oleh iqbal | 1 Tanggapan Monday, April 20, 2009
Episode Kematian
tertulis pada kuntum cahaya
bersama aroma duka yang meruap-ruap sebuah pagi yang ungu berkisah tentang mimpi yang mengendap - endap pada fajar yang basah tak penah terjawab tanya... yang manakah kelok menuju surga sebab kami harus menggali kubur sendiri Citayam, 19 - April - 2009 digurat oleh iqbal | 1 Tanggapan Thursday, March 19, 2009
pada sekerat daging
apakah rindu kan usai
pada dusta yang kau sembunyikan tatkala malam beranjak pagi sementara gigil masih menemani tiap sengal nafasmu Citayam, 19 - Maret - 2009, 8.24 PM Labels: poems digurat oleh iqbal | 0 Tanggapan Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Bangsa Yang Kasar
kami ini bangsa yang kasar
tak paham mana sungguh mana kelakar tak malu bersahabat dengan alawar sungguh lupa pada yang akbar kami ini bangsa yang kasar hanya tahu bertengkar dengan teriak menggelegar ludah berbuncah keluar kami ini bangsa yang kasar hanya tahu amarah berkobar setiap saat selalu terpancar kian hari kian mengakar kami ini bangsa yang kasar tak percaya lagi pada suar tak turut lagi pada amar sungguh lupa pada yang abrar : prihatin atas segala kejadian-kejadian kekerasan yang dilakukan anak negeri Gambir, 4 - Februari - 2009, 1.25 PM Labels: poems digurat oleh iqbal | 7 Tanggapan Wednesday, January 07, 2009
This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness
Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
This place made from our love for that emptiness! Yet somehow comes emptiness, this existence goes. Praise to that happening, over and over! For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness. Then one swoop, one swing of the arm, that work is over. Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting. The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw blown off into emptiness. These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning: Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw: Words and what they try to say swept out the window, down the slant of the roof. From: The Discourses of Rumi quoted from William C. Chittick, The Sufi Path of Love: The Spiritual Teachings of Rumi digurat oleh iqbal | 2 Tanggapan Spring Giddiness
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep. I would love to kiss you. The price of kissing is your life. Now my loving is running toward my life shouting, What a bargain, let's buy it. Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade. From: The Essential Rumi digurat oleh iqbal | 0 Tanggapan Tuesday, January 06, 2009
You Worry Too Much
Oh soul,
you worry too much. You say, I make you feel dizzy. Of a little headache then, why do you worry? You say, I am your antelope. Of seeing a lion here and there why do you worry? Oh soul, you worry too much. You say, I am your moon-faced beauty. Of the cycles of the moon and passing of the years, why do you worry? You say, I am your source of passion, I excite you. Of playing into the Devils hand, why do you worry? Oh soul, you worry too much. Look at yourself, what you have become. You are now a field of sugar canes, why show that sour face to me? You have tamed the winged horse of Love. Of a death of a donkey, why do you worry? You say that I keep you warm inside. Then why this cold sigh? You have gone to the roof of heavens. Of this world of dust, why do you worry? Oh soul, you worry too much. Since you met me, you have become a master singer, and are now a skilled wrangler, you can untangle any knot. Of life's little leash why do you worry? Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds. About poverty, why do you worry? You are Joseph, beautiful, strong, steadfast in your belief, all of Egypt has become drunk because of you. Of those who are blind to your beauty, and deaf to your songs, why do you worry? Oh soul, you worry too much. You say that your housemate is the Heart of Love, she is your best friend. You say that you are the heat of the oven of every Lover. You say that you are the servant of Ali's magical sword, Zolfaghar. Of any little dagger why do you still worry? Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul. You are the security, the shelter of the spirit of Lovers. Oh the sultan of sultans, of any other king, why do you worry? Be silent, like a fish, and go into that pleasant sea. You are in deep waters now, of life's blazing fire. Why do you worry? From: Hush Don't Say Anything to God: Passionate Poems of Rumi digurat oleh iqbal | 0 Tanggapan |