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Rumi Moment

Rumi Moment

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

More Rumi

Listen to the Presences inside poems,
let them take you where they will.

Follow those private hints,
and never leave the premises.

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The Freshness- Rumi

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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.

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The Least Figure – Rumi

evagrassI 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.

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Another Rumi Moment

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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.

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Gamble Everything For Love- Rumi

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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.

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Rumi Murmurings…

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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.

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Another Rumi moment

Another Rumi moment

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 want to improve your mind that way,

sleep on.

I’ve given up on my brain.
I’ve torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away.

If you’re not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you,

and sleep.

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“Tattooing in Qazin”- Rumi (Excerpt)

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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 tightening blocks you.

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“Quietness”- Rumi

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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 on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone finally born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet.  Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.