“ROSES UNDERFOOT
The sound of salaams rising as
waves diminish down in prayer,
hoping for some trace of the one
whose trace does not appear. If
anyone asks you to say who you
are, say without hesitation,
soul withing soul within soul.
There's a pearl diver who does
not know how to swim! No matter.
Pearls are handed him on the
beach. We lovers laugh to hear,
"This should be more that and
that more this,"coming from
people sitting in a wagon tilted
in a ditch. Going in search of
the heart, I found a huge rose
under my feet, and roses under
all our feet! How to say this
to someone who denies it? The
robe we wear is the sky's cloth.
Everything is soul and flowering.
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I open and fill with love and
other objects evaporate. All
the learning in books stays put
on the shelf. Poetry, the dear
words and images of song, comes
down over me like mountain water.
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Any cup I hold fills with wine
that lovers drink. Every word
I say opens into mystery. Any way I turn I see brilliance.”
― The Soul of Rumi: A New Collection of Ecstatic Poems – Coleman Barks's Sublime Renderings of the 13th-Century Sufi Mystic's Insights into Divine Love and the Human Heart
The sound of salaams rising as
waves diminish down in prayer,
hoping for some trace of the one
whose trace does not appear. If
anyone asks you to say who you
are, say without hesitation,
soul withing soul within soul.
There's a pearl diver who does
not know how to swim! No matter.
Pearls are handed him on the
beach. We lovers laugh to hear,
"This should be more that and
that more this,"coming from
people sitting in a wagon tilted
in a ditch. Going in search of
the heart, I found a huge rose
under my feet, and roses under
all our feet! How to say this
to someone who denies it? The
robe we wear is the sky's cloth.
Everything is soul and flowering.
---------------------------------
I open and fill with love and
other objects evaporate. All
the learning in books stays put
on the shelf. Poetry, the dear
words and images of song, comes
down over me like mountain water.
----------------------------------
Any cup I hold fills with wine
that lovers drink. Every word
I say opens into mystery. Any way I turn I see brilliance.”
― The Soul of Rumi: A New Collection of Ecstatic Poems – Coleman Barks's Sublime Renderings of the 13th-Century Sufi Mystic's Insights into Divine Love and the Human Heart
“Life has always seemed to me like a plant that lives on its rhizome. Its true life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome. The part that appears above ground lasts only a single summer. Then it withers away—an ephemeral apparition. When we think of the unending growth and decay of life and civilizations, we cannot escape the impression of absolute nullity. Yet I have never lost a sense of something that lives and endures underneath the eternal flux. What we see is the blossom, which passes. The rhizome remains.”
― Memories, Dreams, Reflections
― Memories, Dreams, Reflections
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