Excerpts from the mystical poetry of

Jelaluddin Rumi


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We are the mirror

as well as the face in it.

We are tasting the taste

this minute

of Eternity.

We are pain

and what cures pain.

We are the sweet cold water

and the jar

that pours.

 

 

I am

dust particles in sunlight.

I am

the round sun.

 

To the bits of dust I say, Stay.

To the sun, Keep moving.

 

I am

morning mist

and the breathing of the evening.

 

I am

wind on the top of a grove,

and surf on the cliff.

 

Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,

I am

also the coral reef they founder on.

 

I am

a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.

Silence,

thought,

and voice.

 

The musical air coming through a flute,

a spark off a stone, a flickering in metal.

 

Both candle and the moth

crazy about it.

 

Rose and the nightingale,

lost in the fragrance.

 

I am

all orders of being,

the circling galaxy,

 

the evolutionary intelligence,

the lift and the falling away.

 

What is and what isn't. You

who know Jelaluddin, you

the One in all,

say who

I am.

 

Say I am you.

 

Roar!

You that come to birth

and bring the mysteries.

 

Your voice-thunder

makes us very happy.

 

Roar,

lion of the heart,

and tear me open.

How will you know

the difficulties of being human

if you're always

flying off to blue perfection?

 

Where

will you plant your

grief-seeds?

We need

ground

to scrape and hoe,

not the sky

of unspecified desire.


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