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UndertheOcean Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-10-07 06:36 PM
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A Rumi poem
Wash in the wisdom-water,so you will have no regrets
about the time here.

Love is the vital core of the soul,
and of all you see,only love is infinite.

Your non-existence before you were born
is in the sky in the east.

Your death is the western horizon,
with you here between.

The way leads neither east nor west,
but in.

Test your love-wings and make them strong.
Forget the idea of religious ladders.
Love is on the roof.Your senses are watersprouts.

Drink rain directly off the roof.
Watersprouts are easily damaged.
and often must be replaced.

Say this poem in your chest.
Don't worry about how it sounds
going through your mouth.

A human body is a bow.
Breathing and speech are arrows.

When the quiver and arrows are used up or lost,
there is nothing more for the bow to do.


~ Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi (1207-1273)
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UndertheOcean Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-10-07 06:37 PM
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1. OOPs, posted in the wrong forum
sorry
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Drum Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-10-07 06:40 PM
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2. I liked it.
Edited on Mon Dec-10-07 06:40 PM by Drum
Thanks for the respite, from the yelling in GD.

:)
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ayeshahaqqiqa Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-10-07 06:57 PM
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3. Rumi's Urs are Dec 17
So thank you for posting this now, so we can savor the wine of his words.


Harken to this Reed forlorn
Weeping ever since 'twas torn
From its rushy bed of flame
Of compassion's joy and pain
The secret of my song so near
None can see and none can hear
Oh for a friend who knows the Sign
Who'll mingle all their soul with mine.....

A portion of the poem "The Reed"
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Annces Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-10-07 07:14 PM
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4. Thanks for posting
Rumi is always good. Reed wanting to return to the source.
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