Sunday, 19 February 2012

Try something different. Surrender. ~ Rumi

You and I have spoken all these words, 
but as for the way, we have to go, 
words are no preparation. 

There is no getting ready, 
other than grace.
My faults have stayed hidden.
One might call that a preparation!

I have one small drop of knowing in my soul.
Let it dissolve in your ocean.
There are so many threats to it.

Inside each of us, there's continual autumn.
Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.

A crow sits in the blackened limbs
and talks about what's gone.

Then your generosity returns:
spring, moisture, intelligence,
the scent of hyacinth
and rose and cypress.

Joseph is back!
And if you don't feel in yourself
the freshness of Joseph, be Jacob!

Weep and then smile.
Don't pretend to know something
you haven't experienced.

There's a necessary dying,
and then Jesus is breathing again.

Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground. Be crumbled,
so wildflowers will come up
where you are.

You've been stony for too many years.
Try something different.
Surrender.

~ Rumi
(A Necessary Autumn Inside Each)

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