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
Rumi
Every morning a new arrival…
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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The Wit Continuum
Painting by Rothko
Some song, or something, through me…
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…
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
No better love…
No better love than love with no object,
no more satisfying work than work with no purpose.
If you could give up tricks and cleverness,
that would be the cleverest trick!
