Mar-23-2012, 05:23 PM (UTC)
Finished the book of Rumi poetry. Hmmm.... Not sure what to make of it.
The awakened lover speaks directly to the beloved,
"You are the sky my spirit circles in,
the love inside love, the resurrection place.
Let this window be your ear.
I have lost consciousness many times
with longing for you listening silence,
and your life-quickening smile.
You give attention to the smallest matters,
my suspicious doubts, and to the greatest.
I have five things to say,
five fingers to give
into your grace.
First, when I am apart from you,
this world did not exist,
nor any other.
Second, whatever I was looking for
was always you.
Third, why did I ever learn to count to three?
Fourth, my cornfield is burning!
Fifth, this finger stands for Rabia,
and this is for someone else.
Is there a difference?
....
Hmmm.....
The awakened lover speaks directly to the beloved,
"You are the sky my spirit circles in,
the love inside love, the resurrection place.
Let this window be your ear.
I have lost consciousness many times
with longing for you listening silence,
and your life-quickening smile.
You give attention to the smallest matters,
my suspicious doubts, and to the greatest.
I have five things to say,
five fingers to give
into your grace.
First, when I am apart from you,
this world did not exist,
nor any other.
Second, whatever I was looking for
was always you.
Third, why did I ever learn to count to three?
Fourth, my cornfield is burning!
Fifth, this finger stands for Rabia,
and this is for someone else.
Is there a difference?
....
Hmmm.....
But as for me, my heart is with the Sea, and I will dwell by the grey shores until the last ship sails.