Archive for the Rumi Category

You Sweep the Floor

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , on November 3, 2017 by Mj Rains

The lord of beauty enters the soul
as a man walks into an orchard
in Spring.
Come into me
that way again!
Light the lamp
in the eye of Joseph. Cure Jacob’s
sadness. Though you never left,
come and sit down here and ask,
“Why are you so confused?”

Like a fresh idea in an artist’s mind,
you fashion things before they come into being.

You sweep the floor like the man
who keeps the doorway.
When you brush
a form clean, it becomes
what it truly is.

~from, You Sweep the Floor, by Rumi

Image: Hugh Dancy

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Don’t hide…

Posted in Photography, Rumi with tags , , , , , , , on September 9, 2016 by Mj Rains

Don’t hide the candle

of your clarity. Stand up and burn

through the night, my prince.

Without your light

a great lion is held captive by a rabbit!

-Rumi, One Who Wraps Himself

Every morning a new arrival…

Posted in "Wit"icisms", Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 31, 2015 by Mj Rains

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

as an unexpected visitor.

– The Guest House, Rumi

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Painting by Rothko

Some song, or something, through me…

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 17, 2015 by Mj Rains

Birdsong brings relief

to my longing.

I am just as ecstatic as they are,

but with nothing to say!

Please, universal soul, practice

some song, or something, through me!

~Rumi

I am part of the beauty…

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , on April 15, 2015 by Mj Rains

 

The Least Figure

I tried to think of some way to let my face become yours. “Could I whisper in your ear the dream I’ve had? You’re the only one I’ve told this to.”  You tilt you’re head, laughing, as if, “I know the trick you’re hatching, but go ahead.” 

I am an image you stitch with gold thread on tapestry, the least figure, a playful addition. 

But nothing you work on is dull. 

I am part of the beauty. 

-Rumi

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