Friend, our closeness is this:
anywhere you put your foot, feel me
in the firmness under you.
How is it with this love,
I see your world and not you?
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More Rumi
Listen to the Presences inside poems,
let them take you where they will.
Follow those private hints,
and never leave the premises.
The Freshness- Rumi
When it’s cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.
And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.
The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.
I can’t explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,
and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.
The Least Figure – Rumi
I tried to think of some way
to let my face become yours.
“Could I whisper in your ear
a dream I’ve had? You’re the only one
I’ve told this to.”
You tilt your head, laughing,
as if, “I know the trick you’re hatching,
but go ahead.”
I am an image you stitch with gold thread
on a tapestry, the least figure,
a playful addition.
But nothing you work on is dull.
I am part of the beauty.
Another Rumi Moment
We are the night ocean filled
with glints of light. We are the space
between the fish and the moon,
while we sit here together.
Gamble Everything For Love- Rumi
Gamble everything for love,
if you’re a true human being.
If not, leave
this gathering.
Half-heartedness doesn’t reach
into magesty. You set out
to find God, but then you keep
stopping for long periods
at mean-spirited roadhouses.
Rumi Murmurings…
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.
We must get up and take that in,
that wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it’s gone.
