Thursday, October 3, 2013

Bouyancy

Buoyancy 
Love has taken away all my practices And filled me with poetry. 
I tried to keep quietly repeating No Strength but yours, But I couldn't. 
I had to clap and sing. 
I used to be respectable and chaste and stable,
 but who can stand in this strong wind and remember those things? 
I am scrap wood thrown in your fire, and quickly reduced to smoke.
I saw you and became empty. 
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence, it obliterates existence, 
and yet when it comes, existence thrives and creates more existence. 
The sky is blue. 
he world is a blind man squatting on the road. 
But whoever sees your emptiness sees beyond blue and beyond the blind man. 
A great soul hides like Mohammed, or Jesus, moving through a crowd in a city where no one knows him.
 To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness. 
To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes. 
Praise, the ocean. What we say, a little ship. 
So the sea-journey goes on, and who knows where!
 Just to be held by the ocean is the best luck we could have. 
It's a total waking up! 
Why should we grieve that we've been sleeping? 
It doesn't matter how long we've been unconscious. 
We're groggy, but let the guilt go. 
Feel the motions of tenderness around you, the buoyancy. -
Rumi

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