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No better love…

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , on March 30, 2015 by Mj Rains


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! 

I’ll meet you there…

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , on March 28, 2015 by Mj Rains

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

There is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

The world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each otherĀ 

Doesn’t make sense.


Daylight, full of small dancing particles

And the one great turning, our souls

Are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.

Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

~~from A Great Wagon by Rumi

Don’t grieve…

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , on November 25, 2014 by Mj Rains


Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round
in another form.

– Rumi

Dance, when…

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , on November 24, 2014 by Mj Rains


Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.

Dance, when you’re perfectly free.

– Rumi

I was dead…then alive…

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , on November 10, 2014 by Mj Rains


Sublime Generosity

I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.

The power of love came into me,
And I became a fierce lion,
Then tender like the evening star.

He said, You’re not mad enough.
You don’t belong in this house.

I went wild and had to be tied up.
He said, Still not wild enough
to stay with us!

I broke through another layer
into joyousness.

He said, It’s not enough.
I died.

He said, You’re a clever little man,
full of fantasy and doubting.

I plucked out my freshers and became a fool.
He said, Now you’re the candle
for this assembly.

But I’m no candle. Look!
I’m scattered smoke.

He said, You’re the sheikh, the guide.
But I’m not a teacher. I have no power.

He said, You already have wings.
I cannot give you wings.

But I wanted his wings.
I felt like some flightless chicken.

Then new events said to me,
Don’t move. A sublime generosity is
coming toward you.

And old love said, Stay with me.

I said, I will.

You are the fountain in the sun’s light.
I am a willow shadow on the ground.
You make my raggedness silky.

The soul at dawn is like darkened water
that slowly begins to say ThankYou, Thank You.

Then at sunset, again, Venus gradually
changes into the moon and then the whole night sky.

This comes of smiling back
at your smile.

The chess master says nothing,
other than moving the silent chess piece.

That I am part of the ploys
of this game makes me
amazingly happy.


IMAGE: Ralph Gibson

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