Ready for Silence
The devotional moon looks into
the heart and is in the heart.
When the heart has a Friend like
you, the universe cannot contain
their pleasure. Anyone warmed
by sun feels courage coming in.
If grief arrives, you enjoy it.
Generosity: that's your hand in
my pocket giving your wealth away.
Yet you run from me like one
raised in the wild. Here comes
this strange creature: me, in a
hands-and-feet shape! The formless
tries to satisfy us with forms!
A transparent nakedness wearing
pure light says, Blessed are those
who put on gold brocade! You may
not see him, but Moses is alive,
in this town, and he still has his
staff! And there's water and thirst,
wherever and however water goes, and
the one who brings water. The morning
wind broke off a few branches in the
garden. No matter. When you feel
love inside you, you hear the
invitation to be cooked by God.
It's that creation the heart loves.
For three winter months the ground
keeps quiet. But each piece of earth
knows what's inside waiting: beans,
sugarcane, cypress, wildflowers. Then
the spring sun comes talking plants
into the open. Anyone who feels the
point of prayer bends down like
the first letter of pray. Anyone who
walks with his back to the sun is
following his shadow. Move into your
own quietness. This word-search poem
has found you, ready for silence.
- Jelaluddin Rumi
from the pure and beautiful exploration of mystery at whiskey river
The devotional moon looks into
the heart and is in the heart.
When the heart has a Friend like
you, the universe cannot contain
their pleasure. Anyone warmed
by sun feels courage coming in.
If grief arrives, you enjoy it.
Generosity: that's your hand in
my pocket giving your wealth away.
Yet you run from me like one
raised in the wild. Here comes
this strange creature: me, in a
hands-and-feet shape! The formless
tries to satisfy us with forms!
A transparent nakedness wearing
pure light says, Blessed are those
who put on gold brocade! You may
not see him, but Moses is alive,
in this town, and he still has his
staff! And there's water and thirst,
wherever and however water goes, and
the one who brings water. The morning
wind broke off a few branches in the
garden. No matter. When you feel
love inside you, you hear the
invitation to be cooked by God.
It's that creation the heart loves.
For three winter months the ground
keeps quiet. But each piece of earth
knows what's inside waiting: beans,
sugarcane, cypress, wildflowers. Then
the spring sun comes talking plants
into the open. Anyone who feels the
point of prayer bends down like
the first letter of pray. Anyone who
walks with his back to the sun is
following his shadow. Move into your
own quietness. This word-search poem
has found you, ready for silence.
- Jelaluddin Rumi
from the pure and beautiful exploration of mystery at whiskey river
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