{"id":1379,"date":"2014-04-16T20:25:00","date_gmt":"2014-04-17T01:25:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/?p=1379"},"modified":"2014-07-04T09:01:01","modified_gmt":"2014-07-04T14:01:01","slug":"the-guitar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2014\/04\/16\/the-guitar\/","title":{"rendered":"The Guitar"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a> Rumi<\/strong><\/p>\n

We are pain and what cures pain, both.<\/h6>\n
We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.<\/h6>\n
I want to hold you close like a lute,<\/h6>\n
so that we can cry out with loving.<\/h6>\n
Would you rather throw stones at a mirror?<\/h6>\n
I am your mirror and here are the stones.<\/h6>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

In the lover\u2019s heart is a lute<\/h6>\n
Which plays the melody of longing<\/h6>\n
You say he looks crazy<\/h6>\n
But that\u2019s only because your ears are not attuned<\/h6>\n
to the music he’s dancing to<\/h6>\n
\"amazingoudcloseup\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a><\/h6>\n
You are sitting here with us,<\/h6>\n
but you are also out walking in a field at dawn.<\/h6>\n

 <\/p>\n

You are yourself the animal we hunt<\/h6>\n
when you come with us on the hunt.<\/h6>\n

 <\/p>\n

You are in your body<\/h6>\n
like a plant is solid in the ground,<\/h6>\n
yet you are wind.<\/h6>\n

 <\/p>\n

You are the diver’s clothes<\/h6>\n
lying empty on the beach.<\/h6>\n
You are the fish.<\/h6>\n

 <\/p>\n

In the ocean are many bright strands<\/h6>\n
and many dark strands like veins that are seen<\/h6>\n
when a wing is lifted up.<\/h6>\n

 <\/p>\n

Your hidden self is blood in those,<\/h6>\n
those veins that are lute strings<\/h6>\n
that make ocean music,<\/h6>\n
not the sad edge of surf,<\/h6>\n
but the sound of no shore.<\/h6>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

<\/h6>\n
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