Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Wisdom From Rumi

Those tender words we said to one another
Are stored in the secret heart of heaven.
One day, like the rain, they will fall and spread
And their mystery will grow green over the world.

If you are seeking, seek us with joy
For we live in the kingdom of joy.
Do not give your heart to anything else
But to the love of those who are clear joy,
Do not stray into the neighborhood of despair.
For there are hopes: they are real, they exist
Do not go in the direction of darkness
I tell you: suns exist.


There doesn't exist a being Your grace cannot transfigure,
And the Lover You choose lives in joy forever.
What atom could Your Grace even for a moment come near
Without making it more magnificent than a thousand suns?

All theologies are straws His sun burns to dust;
Knowing takes you to the Threshold, but not through the Door.
Nothing can teach you if you don’t unlearn everything
How learned I was, before Revelation made me dumb.


You haven’t dared yet lose faith – so how can faith grow in you?

You haven’t dared yet risk your heart – to what can you see of reality?

You’re obsessed – still! – with the carnal screams of your life.

How do you hope to step into the Mystery of the King?

You are a sea of gnosis hidden in a drop of dew,

You are a whole universe hidden in a sack of blood.

What are all this world’s pleasures and joys

That you keep grasping at them to make you alive?

Does the sun borrow light from a mote of dust?

Does Venus look for wine from a cracked jug?

There is no angel so sublime, He whispered,
Who can be granted for one moment
What is granted you forever.
And I hung my head, astounded.



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