quietly pour out like light.

a poem, written eons ago by rumi:

no room for form
on the night when you cross the street
from your shop and your house
to the cemetery
you'll hear me hailing you from inside
the open grave, and you'll realize
how we've always been together.

i am the clear consciousness-core
of your being, the same in
ecstasy as in self-hating fatigue.

that night, when you escape your fear of snakebite
and all irritations with the ants, you'll hear
my familiar voice, see the candle being lit,
smell the incense, the surprise meal fixed
by the lover inside all your other lovers.
this heart tumult is my signal
to you igniting in the tomb.

so don't fuss with the shroud
and the graveyard dust.
those get ripped open and washed away
in the music of our final meeting.
and don't look for me in human shape,
i am inside your looking.
no room for form with love this strong.

beat the drum and let the poets speak.
this is the day of purification for those who
are already mature and initiated into what love is.

no need to wait until we die!
there's more to want here than money
and being famous and bites of roasted meat.

now, what shall we call this new sort of gazing house
that has opened in our town where people sit
quietly and pour out their glancing
like light, like answering?

flash foward to 2004. tv on the radio are just emerging in the [pseudo-]indie music scene. their song "staring at the sun" appears to be a modern-day interpretation of the verse:

cross the street from your storefront cemetary
hear me hailing from inside and realize
i am the conscience clear
in pain or ecstacy
and we were all weaned my dear
upon the same fatigue

staring at the sun
oh my own voice
cannot save me now
standing in the sea
it's just one more breath
and then down i go
your mouth is open wide
the lover is inside
and all the tumults done
collided with the sign
you're staring at the sun
you're standing in the sea
your body's over me

note the trees because
the dirt is temporary
more to mine than fact face
name and monetary

beat the skins and let the
loose lips kiss you clean
quietly pour out like light
like light, like answering the sun

you're staring at the sun
[be what you will
and then thrown down your life
oh it's a damned fine game
and we can play all night]
you're standing in the sea
your mouth is open wide
you're trying hard to breathe
the water's at your neck
there's lightning in your teeth
your body's over me

songmeanings.net's page for staring at the sun alerted me of the similarities.

tv on the radio - staring at the sun
tv on the radio - staring at the sun [hollertronix remix]