Loverzan : Rumi

December 26, 2002

Rumi

Quietness

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins to the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You're covered in thick cloud.
Slide out the other 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.

My dear friend Sheri brought me this Rumi poem at a time when I most needed to hear it.

Sayeth rzan at 11:09 PM

Comments:

i love rumi..

Sayeth jenny
on December 27, 2002 12:56 AM

Me too. It is amazing how a man writing so long ago could timelessly capture the essence of life, even in these crazy modern times. His words speak straight to my heart.

I just got "The Glance" for an x-mas gift. It's lovely:

SILKWORMS

The hurt you embrace becomes joy.
Call it to your arms where it can

change. A silkworm eating leaves
makes a cocoon. Each of us weaves

a chamber of leaves and sticks.
Silkworms begin to truly exist

as they disappear inside that room.
Without legs, we fly. When I stop

speaking, this poem will close,
and open its silent wings...

Sayeth rzan
on December 27, 2002 02:00 PM