Poetry by Rumi
Out beyond ideas of wrong doing
and right doing there is a field
by Rumi
Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
Where the soul lies down in that soft grass
the world is too full to talk about –
ideas, language, even the phrase “each other”
doesn’t make any sense.
This being human is a guest house
by Rumi
This being human is a guest house,
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture.
Still treat each guest honorably,
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Birdwings
by Rumi
Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror
up to where you are bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings.
There is some kiss we want
by Rumi
There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives,
the touch of Spirit on the body.
Seawater begs the pearl
to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild Darling!
At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door,
and open the love-window.
The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.
We are the mirror
by Rumi
We are the mirror
as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste
this minute of eternity.
We are pain
and what cures pain, both.
We are the sweet, cold water
and the jar that pours.
There is a force within
by Rumi
There is a force within
Which gives you life—
Seek that
In your body
Lies a precious gem—
Seek that.
Oh wandering Sufi,
If you want to find
The greatest treasure
Don’t look outside,
Look inside, and seek that.