Wednesday, 20 July 2011

My work is to carry this Rumi

My work is to carry this love
as comfort for those who long for You;

to go everywhere You've walked
and gaze at the pressed-down dirt.

What I most want
is to spring out of this personality,

then to sit apart from that leaping.
I've lived too long where I can be reached.

Who says the eternal being does not exist?
Who says the sun has gone out?

Someone who climbs up on the roof,
and closes his eyes tight, and says,
--I don't see anything.

.....With one silent laugh
You tilted the night
and the garden ran with stars.

~ Rumi
by John Moyne and Coleman Barks

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