I've been feeling the need to create more poetry but haven't been able to get there. So I decided to help myself by remixing a Rumi. I have two versions of the "That Lives In Us" poem. The first one came out a little more sinister than I wanted it to, so I decided to do it again with a little more positivity. But I like them all. The first is the original. Peace,
Tai Amri
That Lives In Us
If you put your hands on this oar with me,
They will never harm another, and they will come to find
They hold everything you want.
If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer
Lift anything to your
Mouth that might wound your precious land—
That sacred earth that is your body.
If you put your soul against this oar with me,
The power that made the universe will enter your sinew
From a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm
That lives in us.
Exuberant is existence, time a husk.
When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
Love goes mad with blessings, like my words give.
Why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and future?
The min that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
Will find no rest.
Be kind to yourself, dear—to our innocent follies.
Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
You will come to see that all evolves us.
That Dies In Us
(Dark Prophet Remix)
If we remove our hands from this artful bread making,
We will artfully create destruction, and we will find
We destroy everything we love.
If we remove our hands from this artful bread making, everything that enters us
Will break our teeth and grow cancer in our stomachs—
Increasing scar tissue that
Suffocates the land.
If we remove our souls from this artful bread making,
The power that made the universe will be confined
To a capsule, sold for $15 a pill,
And depleting our every inner resource.
Insane in our resistance, over identifying with our bubbles.
When we cease to crack open, black holes devour our face;
War-Porn our religion, from lies we live.
The past and the future live only in burned books,
The mind seeking de-evolution and life beneath its potential
Is dead at best.
We will be our best enslavers of our innocent mistakes.
Loving only the sounds and touch that keep us from dancing.
We refuse to see.
That Dies In Us
(Tai Amri Remix)
Don’t be afraid to break the skin of your soft hands,
All that dies is reborn, purposed only to heal,
We hold the sun.
Don’t be afraid to break the skin of your soft hands,
For in them lies the juices,
That mend the wounds of the earth,
The mirror behind us.
Don’t be afraid to break the shell of your soul,
To expel sacred biometric desires
Placing fires in the auras
In today’s tomorrows.
Infinite in the void, despair is omniscient.
Though sealed, divinity injects knowledge of death;
To confound the eternal, and release stagnation, like translation.
Why not submit yourselves to the wounds of today?
It is the hearts nature
To rest in what is.
All sins decay.
Forget the distraction to dig up the dead.
Contemplate the death of self.
If you put your hands on this oar with me,
They will never harm another, and they will come to find
They hold everything you want.
If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer
Lift anything to your
Mouth that might wound your precious land—
That sacred earth that is your body.
If you put your soul against this oar with me,
The power that made the universe will enter your sinew
From a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm
That lives in us.
Exuberant is existence, time a husk.
When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
Love goes mad with blessings, like my words give.
Why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and future?
The min that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
Will find no rest.
Be kind to yourself, dear—to our innocent follies.
Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
You will come to see that all evolves us.
That Dies In Us
(Dark Prophet Remix)
If we remove our hands from this artful bread making,
We will artfully create destruction, and we will find
We destroy everything we love.
If we remove our hands from this artful bread making, everything that enters us
Will break our teeth and grow cancer in our stomachs—
Increasing scar tissue that
Suffocates the land.
If we remove our souls from this artful bread making,
The power that made the universe will be confined
To a capsule, sold for $15 a pill,
And depleting our every inner resource.
Insane in our resistance, over identifying with our bubbles.
When we cease to crack open, black holes devour our face;
War-Porn our religion, from lies we live.
The past and the future live only in burned books,
The mind seeking de-evolution and life beneath its potential
Is dead at best.
We will be our best enslavers of our innocent mistakes.
Loving only the sounds and touch that keep us from dancing.
We refuse to see.
That Dies In Us
(Tai Amri Remix)
Don’t be afraid to break the skin of your soft hands,
All that dies is reborn, purposed only to heal,
We hold the sun.
Don’t be afraid to break the skin of your soft hands,
For in them lies the juices,
That mend the wounds of the earth,
The mirror behind us.
Don’t be afraid to break the shell of your soul,
To expel sacred biometric desires
Placing fires in the auras
In today’s tomorrows.
Infinite in the void, despair is omniscient.
Though sealed, divinity injects knowledge of death;
To confound the eternal, and release stagnation, like translation.
Why not submit yourselves to the wounds of today?
It is the hearts nature
To rest in what is.
All sins decay.
Forget the distraction to dig up the dead.
Contemplate the death of self.
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