I’ve been shopping all morning, and am pooped. Since I’ve been reading some Rumi for Lent, I thought I’d share a few lines here and there. Hope you enjoy them.
I Have Five Things to SayThe wakened 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 your listening silence, and your life-quickening smile. Be Melting Snow Lo, I am with you always means when you look for God, God is in the look of your eyes, in the thought of looking, nearer to you than your self, or things that have happened to yoyu There’s no need to go outside. Where are We? Do you think I know what I’m doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it is writing, or the ball can guess where it’s going next. Emptiness Ignorance is God’s prison Knowing is God’s palace. We sleep in God’s unconsciousness. We wake in God’s open hand. We weep God’s rain. We laugh God’s lightening. Only Breath Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, Buddhist, sufi or zen. Not any religion or cultural system. I am not from the East or the West, not out of the ocean or up from the ground, nor natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all. I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next, did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story. My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul. I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know, first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being.