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so very magical

In love,poetry on August 30, 2011 by carinasuyin

Loved the song and its lyrics so much, I had to reproduce this post from our wedding blog:

When Adyll wrote back to confirm that The Graduate Singers will be available to sing for our wedding mass, we were more than overjoyed. We had heard the ensemble sing at John’s cousin’s wedding last year and fell in love with their beautiful harmonies. One of Adyll’s proposed song choice left me stunned when I realised that the lyrics are from one of Rumi’s wedding poems. To have a Sufi mystic’s poetry sung at our wedding… I can’t begin to describe it… *takes deep breath*

This Marriage by Eric Whitacre

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
May it be sweet milk,
this marriage, like wine and halvah.
May this marriage offer fruit and shade
like the date palm.
May this marriage be full of laughter,
our every day a day in paradise.
May this marriage be a sign of compassion,
a seal of happiness here and hereafter.
May this marriage have a fair face and a good name,
an omen as welcomes the moon in a clear blue sky.
I am out of words to describe
how spirit mingles in this marriage.

Jalal al-Din Rumi, 1207-1273

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Anoche cuando dormía

In poetry on January 1, 2011 by carinasuyin

It was a most lovely evening of great conversations and winsome tableaux; Glee bonding, delicious Louisiana-style BBQ shrimps, a sweet shy cat named Freda, and a beautiful fresh mint leaves steeping in a mug on a green IKEA HAMPEN rug – look closely and you’ll see wisps of steam spelling out J-O-Y… haaa… I awoke today with happy thoughts and made peace with the awful state of mind that shadowed Christmas. The pursuit of happiness continues anew…

Anoche cuando dormía
de Antonio Machado

Anoche cuando dormía
soñé, ¡bendita ilusión!,
que una fontana fluía
dentro de mi corazón.
Di, ¿por qué acequia escondida,
agua, vienes hasta mí,
manantial de nueva vida
de donde nunca bebí?
Anoche cuando dormía
soñé, ¡bendita ilusión!,
que una colmena tenía
dentro de mi corazón;
y las doradas abejas
iban fabricando en él,
con las amarguras viejas,
blanca cera y dulce miel.
Anoche cuando dormía
soñé, ¡bendita ilusión!,
que un ardiente sol lucía
dentro de mi corazón.
Era ardiente porque daba
calores de rojo hogar,
y era sol porque alumbraba
y porque hacía llorar.
Anoche cuando dormía
soñé, ¡bendita ilusión!,
que era Dios lo que tenía
dentro de mi corazón.

Last night as I was sleeping
by Antonio Machado
Translated into English by Katie King

Last night as I was sleeping
– blessed vision! – I dreamt
of a fountain that was rippling
deep within my heart.
Tell me, what is this hidden aquifer,
water, flowing up to me,
spring of new life
which never before did I drink?

Last night as I was sleeping
– blessed vision! – I dreamt
of a beehive that was nesting
deep within my heart;
and the golden bees
inside it,
from old bitterness weave
pure white comb and honey sweet.

Last night as I was sleeping
– blessed vision! – I dreamt
that a brilliant sun was burning,
deep within my heart.
It was brilliant because it lent
the warmth of home aglow,
and it was sun because it showed the light
and because it made the teardrops flow.

Last night as I was sleeping
– blessed vision! – I dreamt
that it was God that I had glowing
deep within my heart.

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where my heart begins

In love,poetry on November 28, 2008 by carinasuyin

toffee eyes
sweet with intensity
wine red lips
with hints of bubblegum
and orchid
shower affections
that taste of tangerine
and feel like fireworks

mugs of coffee
two-thirds and full
fan whirring with the traffic below
our hearts speaking
awoken in warmth
softness
depth
a pause
let’s breathe

I am beloved
rhythm of a poem
the Lord is gracious
precious meaning
Your name is where my heart begins

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Ribena rides

In poetry on April 28, 2008 by carinasuyin

Walking on wheels
Arm on a lap of courage
Lost in a universe not quite your own
The door beeps and bodies stream in
You turn, you smile
Some don’t smile back
Some move away
Awkwardness
Round and round
What do you see?
Invisible pearls rolling across the cabin floor
Her brows are knitted
Head against the pole
Forty winks catches her
Your sanctuary
A sudden jolt opens her eyes
She searches for you in a dazed moment
Drink up, hurry my good boy
Hold your bottle right
Look at your wet t-shirt
People turn
To the sound of your fingers drumming
Hand thumping
Head bobbing
What music plays in your mind?
People stare
At a teenage boy
Walking on wheels
Arm on a lap of courage
At invisible pearls on the cabin floor
Trails of a weeping heart

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hiao meow meow

In poetry on June 19, 2007 by carinasuyin

there is a cat splashed in grey and orange
conventionally cute but a wee bit strange
it lies half asleep every morning
on the third floor stairway landing
and reposes in the same spot each afternoon
when the weather’s so hot it will make you swoon
oozing attitude and looking blasé
like an actor nursing a latté in a parisian café
stretched out in complete laziness
often striking dramatic poses
like a feline pornstar rockstar superstar
reclining on the hood of a retro sports car
purring or mewing ever so slightly
when you rub its fat fuzzy irresistible belly
the silly cat on the third floor stairway landing
lives a charmed life with a fairytale ending

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sedetik tenang

In poetry on April 13, 2007 by carinasuyin

hujan menitik melalui bidai
disinari mentari petang
bergemerlapan
umpama berlian
aneh…
luruh
bagai tarian
bagai melahirkan bintang
bagai embun firdausi
indah menghias hati

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phenomenally

In poetry on March 8, 2007 by carinasuyin

One of my favourites that often comes to mind when I see radiant pregnant women, watch a group of giggling girls in their (very) late-twenties, hear an infectious hearty laugh emanating from the belly of someone’s rotund aunt, or admire the dignity and quiet grace of little old ladies with silver hair and etched faces…

Phenomenal Woman
by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.