Poem about consciousness by Rumi

by Rumi
(Submitted by Michael)

How long will this unconsciousness go on?

Yesterday at dawn passing by the Beloved said to me

"You are distraught and unaware.
How long will this go on?
My cheek is the envy of the rose
And have you filled your eye
With heart's blood in quest of the thorn?"
I said, "Before your stature the cypress is but a sapling"
I said, "Before your cheek the heaven's candle is dark"
I said, "Heaven and Earth are topsy-turvy because of you;
It is no wonder therefore if I have no access to you"
He said, "I am your soul and heart. Why are you so distracted?
Say no word and remain weeping against my silvery bosom"
I said, "You have robbed my heart and soul of repose,
I have not the power to be still."
He said at once
"You are a drop of my sea:
Why do you utter still?
Become drowned,
And fill the soul of the oyster shell with pearls"


Jalal al Din Rumi
translated by A. J. Arberry

Note from Katherine T Owen

Thank you, Michael.
Beautiful and so true. There are times when I ache for God and everthing here is Nothing, Nothing.
Still we are blessed to rest in God and allow a little of that knowing to flow through us to align earth a little more with heaven.

I am concerned there may be copyright on the translation.
Can I ask any visitor to check copyright for themselves. The presence of this poem on this page does not constitute public domain property.

Mystical Poems of Rumi, Translated by A. J. Arberry were published by University of Chicago Press in 2009.

Bless you and all who visit here.

Thank you God, for your beautiful lover, Rumi.

Katherine

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Poem on spiritual acceptance

by Glenn Johnson
(Tucson, Arizona, USA)

ACCEPTANCE

©Glenn Johnson

Today, longing burst into blooming acceptance.

Acceptance sang the earth . . .
as it was reborn time and time again
season after season after season.

Acceptance’s water dance . . .
rained, flowed, now ebbed . .
to rest
to evaporate
to rain
again
again
again.

Acceptance’s celestial harmonic choir . . .
planets
stars
suns
without question
turned and swept
on ancient paths.


For how many eons . . . into how many worlds
have I naively searched
universe's limitless space.
Time and time again
coursing
to drift
to soar
to drift again.
And yet
Creator's universe incessantly herald:
Acceptance.

Now . . .
after much self-blinded struggle . . .
with prayers and lessons of faith,
I have learned of Creator's acceptance.

I too am journeying life’s ancient paths spiritual.
And like all of life
I am dying
being reborn
moment after moment
season after season
life after life.
Again
Again
Again

Within Creator’s love
I too am exactly who I should be
whenever
wherever I am
I am too
I am

Note from Katherine T Owen:
My apologies to the author that this poem on acceptance cannot be printed here in the format given.

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