Sunday, 1 January 2012

Music we are Rumi

Did you hear that winter’s over?
The basil and the carnations 
cannot control their laughter.

The nightingale, back from his wandering,
has been made singing master over the birds.

The trees reach out their congratulations.
The soul goes dancing through the king’s doorway.

Anemones blush
because they have seen the rose naked.

Spring, the only fair judge, walks in the courtroom,
and several December thieves steal away,
Last year’s miracles will soon be forgotten.

New creatures whirl in from non-existence,
galaxies scattered around their feet.
Have you met them?

Do you hear the bud of Jesus crooning in the cradle?
A single narcissus flower has been appointed
Inspector of Kingdoms.

A feast is set.
Listen: the wind is pouring wine!
Love used to hide inside images: no more!
The orchard hangs out its lanterns.
The dead come stumbling by in shrouds.

Nothing can stay bound or be imprisoned.
You say, “End this poem here,
and wait for what’s next.”

I will.
Poems are rough notations
for the music we are.

~ Rumi
(Music we are )

Art by Bryan Ubaghs

1 comment:

  1. Rumi was Muslim Mystic from a Sect that believed Love was the only Reality, that the world stuff was composed of Love. Mystics recognize no boundaries of singular religious dogmas, they recognize only The Creator of Life as Universal love and joyfully celebrate life that gives them the chance to experience it. .