Wednesday, December 17, 2014

sunset decembre 17 1273


rumi died this day..
the anniversary of his death is called his urs  ~ 
wedding night w/ the beloved ~
he felt that the union w/ the presence
of the one he calls the beloved ..or the friend..
was as natural as breathing..
union w/ that companion
transpires throughout and animates the universe..

i'll say..
his tomb is in konya..turkey..
visited by thousands yearly..

above the door this is written:

i belong to the beloved,
have seen the two worlds as one,
and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner,
only that breath breathing human being.

how alive is he to all of us ~
who read him ..a balm for the heart..

this..from his rubaiyat.. today ..

someone who received 
half a loaf of bread from heaven
and because of her soul's attainment
was given a little nest,
someone who neither desires anybody
nor is desired by anyone -
may she live happily,
for she owns a happy universe.
             translated by kabir helminski


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