09-21-2010, 12:00 AM
One of the marvels of the world isthe sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand! Covered with dust,
with a cleansing waterfall inches away! A young man
who rolls from side to side,
though the bed is comfortable and a pillow holds his head.
He has a living master, yet
he wants more, and there is more. If a prisoner hadn't
lived outside, he would not
detest the dungeon. Desiring knows there's satisfaction beyond this. Straying maps
the path. A secret freedom opens through a crevice you
can barely see. Your love
of many things proves they're one. Every separate stiff
trunk and stem in the garden
connects with nimble root hairs underground. The awareness
a wine drinker wants cannot
be tasted in wine, but the failure brings deep thirst
closer. So the heart keeps ignoring
the waterfall and the key, but there is one guiding through
all the desiring restlessness.
The old captains are blind to the young man's qualities.
They keep arguing their tired
arguments: how spiritual maturity arrives like leaflessness,
the lightness of winter trees
that comes with age. Such predictable phrases breeze out of the old soldiers
who presume to advise Muhammad! Don't use words in the
presence of the Friend. When
you sit down with your beloved, tell the chaperone, the
word-woman who brought you
together, to leave. Silence is better.
~Rumi
with a cleansing waterfall inches away! A young man
who rolls from side to side,
though the bed is comfortable and a pillow holds his head.
He has a living master, yet
he wants more, and there is more. If a prisoner hadn't
lived outside, he would not
detest the dungeon. Desiring knows there's satisfaction beyond this. Straying maps
the path. A secret freedom opens through a crevice you
can barely see. Your love
of many things proves they're one. Every separate stiff
trunk and stem in the garden
connects with nimble root hairs underground. The awareness
a wine drinker wants cannot
be tasted in wine, but the failure brings deep thirst
closer. So the heart keeps ignoring
the waterfall and the key, but there is one guiding through
all the desiring restlessness.
The old captains are blind to the young man's qualities.
They keep arguing their tired
arguments: how spiritual maturity arrives like leaflessness,
the lightness of winter trees
that comes with age. Such predictable phrases breeze out of the old soldiers
who presume to advise Muhammad! Don't use words in the
presence of the Friend. When
you sit down with your beloved, tell the chaperone, the
word-woman who brought you
together, to leave. Silence is better.
~Rumi