Odilon Redon - Guardian Spirit of the Waters

Un poem creat de Rumi

meditat in fata imaginii Duhului Pazitor al Apelor

Little tiny drops of water contain the world

I can’t see them but I know they’re there

A billion angels not only dance on the head of a pin

they carry it through the heavens

on the shoulders of a billion more angels

also dancing on heads of pins

carried on a billion more angel shoulders

ad infinitum

all to an uncanny but also unreproducible music

that may be

Allah’s actual breath

or

the bells and flutes

played by hosts of other angels

ranged in orchestras of Light

which I also cannot see

but which I also know are there

along with gardens of Paradise

winding through valleys of a beauty so dazzling

one quick tiny blink of squinted look of our earthly eyes

through our interlaced fingers

maybe even behind dark glasses

would make us swoon a hundred years

or more just one digital flick of our ocular apprehension

actually witnessing such a place for itself

might make our hearts burst out of our chests

with its unutterable gorgeousness

so all these things which I can’t see

all these whispers of truths

and expenditures of credulity

all these things we talk about or avoid talking

about beginning with God’s reality or unreality

and going even to our little baby finger

and wondering how it came about

to being so perfect just as it is

and especially when

either

wiggling freely in the air almost by itself

or

able to reach a place in our eyelid

to dislodge an eyelash

while we watch it in a mirror

I mean just look all around and inside us

if you want proofs of these things

one glimpse there also with their fantastic rainbow bridges

arcing across chasms of scintillating light

or canyons of glass

with herds of grazing fabulous animals in them

chewing bright grasses

while looking with their deep black innocent eyes

making tiny vapor drops of breath

around their nostrils

each one of which contains a world

(Icon and Orthodoxy)