[ Hanya Senja yg Tahu ]

masih menemani senja
tanpa berharap menarik diri pergi dari diam
memandangi wajah sungai dalam ciuman kabut malam

ia membisikQ selip, "sungai yg diarungi akan membuatQ kuat. tapi sungai yg dipandangi hanya akan melemahkan hati."

aQ menatap lama diriQ, asing
kehilangan seseorang serasa menelan kabut dengan angan
bias tapi menyakitkan
dan aQ selalu tersenyum untuk itu
entah pada siapa ...

mulutQ tetap bercerita,
tapi hatiQ menerawang jendela
batasan antara duniaQ dg masa lalu

aQ mencium wangi musk darinya
jantungQ berdegup kencang tak terarah
saat mata itu menatapQ tajam
aQ tak lagi merasakan angin dingin yg mengusik malam

dan bibir itu merah sekali
sama seperti biru tulen dalam permukaan laut
dan hijau sejati di lumut yg tertimpa hujan
merah merekah

badanQ mengejang
tanpa satu jeda dia merapatkan bibirnya
dalam, kuat dan membakar

kau dan aku
menikmati neraka ini
terbakar hangus dalam api merah jambu
senja dan malam ikut tewas
dengan jelaga dalam dimensi hitam
terbakar total

kala itu ruang dan waktu menguap
berganti bahasa
bahasa rasa
tak ada kata

Dirimu Berwarna, Seindah Pelangi

kita itu indah, seindah pelangi disana.
warna-warna'y hidupkan lajur dunia.
hiasi putih langit tanpa gerakan, seperti bintang utara itu. abadi keberadaan'y.

Dan selalu,
saat awan hitam menutup'y, hilangkan pelangi dari siratan mata.
seperti titik noda pada kain putih, mengkusamkan binar indah'y.

kawan, kita adalah pelangi.
yg akan tetap indah dan berharga.... 
jangan biarkan titik noda mengaburkan keberhargaan'y.
noda kepesimisan, ketakutan, ketamakan, kesombongan juga kebohongan.
sibak noda itu, sibak awan hitam itu.
temukan pelangimu.
Tunjukkan warnamu.
pijarkan putihmu, indahkan langitmu.
jadilah pelangi. Menjadi dirimu sendiri.

Indah dan berwarna.

Bahagia dalam Nestapa

jangan kau bergetir kala galau sedang kau singgahi

jangan menunduk meski kau terbelenggu gelap waktu yang tak kau angani

dan jangan sungkan mengutus senyuman tuk hiasi aral kegundahan

hingga kelak ceria hadir membayangi kebahagiaan

kau selalu mengutuk duri yang mengiris mimpimu

biaskan harapan yang tak juga kau rasakan
mengutuk kasih yang telah menjauh
berharap kembali di pelukan

Rumi bersabda, "Cinta adalah sebuah penyakit karena berpisah, Tiada penyakit yang dapat menyamai dukacita hati"
bukan berarti kau harus memunggunginya . . .

Cinta tak hanya mengandung unsur bahagia
menjejalnya dengan tawa, canda dan ceria
Cinta hanyalah jalan tuk meniti jejak kebahagiaan
mungkinkah kita memaknai kebahagiaan tanpa mengerti batas kesengsaraan?

jika tujuanmu hanya ingin mendapat kebahagiaan
jangan pernah mencarinya, tapi ciptakanlah!!!
saat itulah kamu akan memahami makna nestapa dan hakikat bahagia . . .


 

Cinta Dan Dunia

Suara tepukan takkan terdengar jika hanya sebelah tangan
itulah kenapa setiap makhluk harus berpasangan
malam bersanding siang
lembab memayungi gersang
pun saat satu cinta pergi, selalu akan ada cinta yang datang

Tuhan menciptakan langit dan bumi tuk saling berbagi
Jika bumi kurang panas, Langit mengirimkan panas
Jika bumi kurang segar, Langit menyegarkan bumi yang lembab
Langit berputar menurut sumbunya, bagaikan suami mencari nafkah bagi istrinya
Dan Bumi sibuk mengurus rumah: ia menunggui dan menyusui bayi yang dilahirkan

Perumpaannya seperti lelaki dan wanita
satu sama lain saling membutuhkan untuk hidup sempurna
tanpa lelaki, siapa yang kan menghisap madu wanita?
mewujudkannya menjadi bunga yang indah
tanpa wanita, bagaimana lelaki mencipta budaya?
menuntunnya sebagai khalifah di dunia
lihatlah, dunia diselamatkan oleh persatuan keduanya

siang dan malam sangatlah menyilang
satu sama lain saling menentang
untuk mencapai tujuan yg satu, mereka harus saling membantu
saling berbagi tuk meraih dunia yg sempurna
saling mengerti tuk mewujudkan cinta yang sempurna
so, kenapa kita berbeda?
bukankah karena berbeda itulah semesta menjadi indah

Aku Seperti "Bocah"

Hanya coretan kecil langkah mimpi semuQ . . .

wanita itu tersenyum manis. 

cantik dalam balutan jilbab orange dg bros menjuntai pada bagian atas jilbab'y. 

menambah anggun sosok'y. 

meskipun ia trlihat cuek dg kemeja lusuh dan sepatu hitam usang'y. 

tp hal itu tak mengurangi kekagumanku akn kasih sayang'y pd iqbal, nama anak'y (mungkin ia berusia 7 tahunan) yg sempat kudengar dr percakapa

n mereka d angkot td. 

obrolan mereka trdengar ceria. 

celoteh riang iqbal menyapa oma'y lewat handphone menyiratkan kesan bahwa mereka adalah satu keluarga yg bahagia. ya, bahagia.

benakQ menerawang jauh masa lalu.

akh, kenapa aku harus beranjak dewasa. 

kehidupan yg dipenuhi polemik masalah yg begitu pelik. 

menjalani perjalanan yg terburai penderitaan, penyesalan, kemalasan, kekosongan. aku ingin kembali menjadi 'bocah', 

berlari tanpa takut tuk terhenti rasa perih. 

melepas tawa dengan tidak mnyimpan gundah jiwa. 

menggapai ceria tanpa mengenal putus asa.

aku ingin seperti 'bocah' yg tak harus mengalami pedih'y bersikap dewasa. 

sudikah engkau memutar langkahmu lagi, wahai sang waktu?

Rumi's Magic Word

Ketika aku mati, jangan cari pusara aku di bumi, carilah di hati manusia

"I Died as a Mineral" by Maulana Rumi

I died as a mineral and became a plant,

I died as plant and rose to animal,

I died as animal and I was Man.

Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?

Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar

With angels blest; but even from angelhood

I must pass on: all except God doth perish.

When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,

I shall become what no mind ever conceived.

Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence

Proclaims in organ tones, 'To Him we shall return.' 

Divan-e-Shams by Maulana Rumi, Spiritual Couplet 26

I need a lover and a friend

All friendships you transcend

And impotent I remain

You are Noah and the Ark

You are the light and the dark

Behind the veil I remain

You are passion and are rage

You are the bird and the cage

Lost in flight I remain

You are the wine and the cup

You are the ocean and the drop

While afloat I remain

I said, "O Soul of the world

My desperation has taken hold!"

"I am thy essence," without scold,

"Value me much more than gold."

You are the bait and the trap

You are the path and the map

While in search I remain

You are poison and the sweet

You are defeated and defeat

Sword in hand I remain

You are the wood and the saw

You are cooked, and are raw

While in a pot I remain

You are sunshine and the fog

You are water and the jug

While thirsty I remain

Sweet fragrance of Shams is

The joy and pride of Tabriz

Perfume trader I remain.

Other Select Verses by Maulana Rumi

I swallowed

some of the Beloved's sweet intoxicant,

and now I am ill.

My body aches,

my fever is high.

They called in the Doctor and he said,

drink this tea!

OK, time to drink this tea.

Take these pills!

OK, time to take these pills.

The Doctor said,

get rid of the sweet intoxicant of his lips!

OK, time to get rid of the doctor.

It is your turn now,

you waited, you were patient.

The time has come,

for us to polish you.

We will transform your inner pearl

into a house of fire.

You're a gold mine.

Did you know that,

hidden in the dirt of the earth?

It is your turn now,

to be placed in fire.

Let us cremate your impurities.

When we talk about the witness in our verse,

we talk about you.

A pure heart and a noble demeanor

cannot compete with your radiant face.

They will ask you

what you have produced.

Say to them,

except for Love,

what else can a Lover produce?

By day I praised you

and never knew it.

By night I stayed with you

and never knew it.

I always thought that

I was me--but no,

I was you

and never knew it.

This is a gathering of Lovers.

In this gathering

there is no high, no low,

no smart, no ignorant,

no special assembly,

no grand discourse,

no proper schooling required.

There is no master,

no disciple.

This gathering is more like an intoxicated party,

full of tricksters, fools,

mad men and mad women.

This is a gathering of Lovers.

I wish I could give you a taste of

the burning fire of Love.

There is a fire

blazing inside of me.

If I cry about it, or if I don't,

the fire is at work,

night and day.

People make clothing to cover their intellect,

but the heart of Lovers

is a shroud,

inflamed in golden hues of His Love.

sumber: 

http://sufiroad.blogspot.com/search/label/Rumi%20Poetry

the Prophet Gibran

Kahlil Gibran on Love 

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

"stmber :http://www.katsandogz.com/onlove.html