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Without a net, I catch a falcon and release it to the sky, hunting God. This wine I drink today was never held in a clay jar. I love this world, even as I hear the great wind of leaving it rising, for there is a grainy taste I prefer to every idea of heaven: human friendship.
from Rumi The Glance, Translated by Coleman Barks
If this world was as good as it gets — no heaven or blessed afterlife — what would you change?
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I start out on this road, call it
love or emptiness. I only know what’s
not here: resentment seeds, back-
scratching greed, worrying about out-
come, fear of people. When a bird gets
free, it doesn’t go back for remnants
left on the bottom of the cage! Close
by, I’m rain. Far off, a cloud of fire.
I seem restless, but I am deeply at ease.
Branches tremble; the roots are still.
I am a universe in a handful of dirt,
whole when totally demolished. Talk
about choices does not apply to me.
While intelligence considers options,
I am somewhere lost in the wind.
– Excerpt from Rumi THE GLANCE Songs of Soul Meeting translated by Coleman Barks
“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.”
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Tagged poetry, Rumi, Sufism