Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
cloudcover thick. I try to stay
just above the surface, yet I'm already under
and living within the ocean. Photo courtesy of Reed Klass #poetry #rumi
A story is like water that you heat for your bath. It takes messages between the fire and your skin. It lets them meet, and it cleans you! Very few can sit down in the middle of the fire itself like a salamander or Abraham. We need intermediaries. A feeling of fullness comes, but usually it takes some bread to bring it. Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it. The body itself is a screen to shield and partially reveal the light that's bla
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense. #poetry #rumi
Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working Expecting the worst, you look, and instead here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding. The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings #rumi #poetry
You suppose you are the trouble but you are the cure You suppose that you are the lock on the door but you are the key that opens it It's too bad that you want to be someone else you don't see your own face, your own beauty Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours. #rumi #poetry
There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be held. Sit down in the circle. Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd’s love filling you. At night, your beloved wanders. Don’t accept consolations. Close your mouth against food. Taste the lover’s mouth in yours. You moan, “She left
Don’t run around this world looking for a hole to hide in. There are wild beasts in every cave! If you live with mice, the cat claws will find you. The only real rest comes when you’re alone with God. Live in the nowhere that you came from, even though you have an address here. That’s why you see things in two ways. Sometimes you look at a person and see a cynical snake. Someone else sees a joyful lover, and you’re both right! Everyone is half and half, like the black and whi
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in. Be grateful for whatever c