Birdsong From Inside The Egg

 
Birdsong From Inside The Egg


Sometimes a lover of God may faint
In the presence. Then the Beloved bends
And whispers in his ear, “Beggar, spread out
Your robe. I’ll fill it with gold.
I’ve come to protect your consciousness.
Where has it gone? Come back into awareness.”

This fainting is because
Lovers want so much.

A chicken invites a camel into her hen house,
And the whole structure is demolished.
A rabbit nestles down
With its eyes closed
In the arms of a lion.

There is an excess
In spiritual searching
That is profound ignorance.

Let that ignorance be our teacher!

The Friend breathes into one
who has no breath.

A deep silence revives the listening
And the speaking of those two who meet on the riverbank.
Like the ground turning green
in a spring wind.
Like birdsong beginning inside the egg.
Like this universe coming into existence,
The lover wakes, and whirls
in a dancing joy,
then kneels down in praise.


- Rumi   

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