Rumi

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,

to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.

First, to let go of live.

In the end, to take a step without feet;

to regard this world as invisible,

and to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been

to enter this circle of lovers,

to see beyond seeing itself,

to reach and feel within the breast.

Ode 314

 

Those who don’t feel this Love
pulling them like a river,
those who don’t drink dawn
like a cup of spring water
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don’t want to change, 

let them sleep. 

This Love is beyond the study of theology,
that old trickery and hypocrisy.
I you want to improve your mind that way, 

sleep on. 

I’ve given up on my brain.
I’ve torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away. 

If you’re not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you, 

and sleep. 

someone close to me once told me to read Rumi  and although I knew about him it wasn’t until I read the Essential Rumi that it became some kind of bible for me. i understood the meaning of silence. and love. and the Universe. 

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