Tag Archives: Rumi

Quietness

27 Feb

 

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.

Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.

Escape.
Walk out like somebody suddenly born into color.

Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.

Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.

Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.

~Rumi

Translation: Coleman Barks

Begin

17 Feb

This is now. Now is. Don’t postpone
till then. Spend the spark of iron

on stone. Sit at the head of the table.
Dip your spoon in the bowl. Seat yourself

next your joy and have your awakened soul
pour wine. Branches in the spring wind,

easy dance of jasmine and cypress. Cloth
for green robes has been cut from pure

absence. You are the tailor, settled
among his shop goods, quietly sewing.

~Rumi
The Book of Love

Translation: Coleman Barks

Love’s Confusing Joy

1 Feb

Being a twenty-first-century European girl, I would never have expected to relate to a thirteenth-century Persian Muslim poet and Sufi mystic. But that is exactly what happened when I picked up Rumi‘s Book of Love.

I will be posting my favourite poems from this collection as I come across them. Here’s the first…


If you want what visible reality can give,

you’re an employee.

If you want the unseen world,
you’re not living your truth.

Both wishes are foolish,
but you’ll be forgiven for forgetting
that what you really want is
love’s confusing joy.

~ Rumi