Are you jealous of the ocean’s generosity?
Why would you refuse to give this love to anyone?
Fish don’t hold the sacred liquid in cups.
They swim the huge fluid freedom.
Earsight
6 April 2009 at 1:50 am (Books, Poem/Poetry)
A poetry by Rumi
From Bridge to the Soul
Do you want the sweetness of food
or the sweetness of the one
who put sweetness in food?
There are amazing things in the ocean,
And there is one who is the ocean.
Think of a carpenter’s alert comprehension
when he builds a house.
Now think of the one
who creates consciousness.
It takes skill to extract oil from a nut.
Now consider how sight lives in the eye.
There is a night full of the wildness
of wanting. Then dawn comes.
You take my hand in yours.
There are those who doubt
that this can happen.
They pour powdered gold into barley bins
They follow donkeys to the barn.
Enough words. Friend,
you can make the ear see.
Speak the rest of this poem
in that language.
Flightpaths
1 April 2009 at 4:39 am (Poem/Poetry)
A poem by Rumi
From Bridge to the Soul
Today I see Muhammad ascend.
The friend is everywhere,
in every action.
Love, a lattice.
Body, fire.
I say, Show me the way.
You say, Put your head
under your feet.
That way you rise through the stars
and see a hundred other ways
to be with me.
There are as many as there are
flightpaths of prayer at dawn.
[Photo illustration of Upala Yoga by Shane Hart]
