“You that love lovers, this is your home.  Welcome!”
~ “Music Master”, Rumi

There’s space here this morning
to steep myself in poetry
tears spilling over words
dazzling on pages
in early slants of light
mystic messages
touched by love

they travel centuries
these alphabetical promises
reaching me in my bed
where I nestle in
banana leaves and birdsong

ancient verse
and a laptop
your words reach my heart
and I am home.
Thank you!

“…Crying out for help is Rumi’s point.  With that vulnerable breaking open in the psyche, the milk of grace starts to flow.”
~ excerpt from “The Howling Necessity:  Cry Out in your Weakness”, The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks

courtesy of quinn.anya

Love Dogs

One night a man was crying
Allah!  Allah!

His lips grew sweet with the praising,
until a cynic said,
“So!  I have heard you
calling out, but have you ever
gotten any response?”

The man had no answer to that.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.

He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,
in a thick, green foliage.

“Why did you stop praising?”
“Because I never heard anything back.”

“This longing
you express is the return message.”

The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.

Your pure sadness that wants help
is the secret cup.

Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.

There are love dogs
no one knows the names of.

Give your life
to be one of them.

~ Jelaluddin Rumi (1207 – 1273)

courtesy of amerune

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