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?
Listen to the Presences inside poems, let them take you where they will. Follow those private hints, and never leave the premises.
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 theContinue reading “The Freshness- 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 goldContinue reading “The Least Figure – Rumi”
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, 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.
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.
Ode 314 Those who don’t feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don’t drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in sunset like supper, those who don’t want to change, let them sleep. This Love is beyond the study of theology, that old trickery and hypocrisy. I you wantContinue reading “Another Rumi moment”
What is it to praise? Make yourself particles. What is it to know something of God? Burn inside that presence. Burn up. Copper melts in the healing exlixir. So melt your self in the mixture. that sustains existence. You tighten your two hands together, Determined not to give up saying “I” and “we.” This tighteningContinue reading ““Tattooing in Qazin”- Rumi (Excerpt)”
I recently unearthed my “Rumi” book from college and the page with this poem was marked. This poem is as perfect now as it was to me 14 years ago when I marked the page. I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I do. Quietness Inside this new love, die.Your way begins onContinue reading ““Quietness”- Rumi”