Tuesday, February 8, 2022

here

 
 
 



 
 
I see the lamp, the face, the eye, 
an alter where the soul bows, a
 
gladness and refuge. My loving says,
"Here. I can leave my personality
 
here." My reason agrees! "How can 
I object when a rose makes the bent
 
backs stand up like cypresses?" Such
surrender changes everything. Turks
 
understand Armenian! Body abandons
boldness. Soul goes to the center.
 
Rubies appear in the begging bowl.
But don't brag when this happens.
 
Be secluded and silent. Stay in 
the delight, and be brought the
 
cup that will come. No artfulness.
Practice quiet and this new joy.
 
 
 
 
 ~ Rumi
from The Soul of Rumi 
translations by Coleman Barks
 
 
 

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