Rumi: elder brother, kindred spirit
by via jalal Sunday, Aug 29 2010, 10:49pm
international / poetry / post

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a Joy.

When actions come from another area that feeling disappears.

Don't let others lead you. They may be blind or, worse, vultures.

Reach for the rope of Love. And what is that? Putting aside self-will!

Because of wilfulness people sit in jail, the trapped bird's wings are tied,
fish sizzle in the skillet.

The anger of police is wilfulness. You've seen a magistrate inflict visible punishment. Now see the invisible.

If you could leave your selfishness, you would see how you've been torturing your soul. We are born and live inside a black-water well.

How could we know what an open field of sunlight is? Do not insist on going where you think you want to go, ask the way to the spring.

Your living pieces will form a harmony. There is a moving palace that floats in the air with balconies and clear water flowing through, infinity everywhere, yet contained under a single tent.