Something to Ponder . . .

I, you, he, she, we—
in the garden of mystic lovers,
these are not true distinctions.

- Rumi

What Was Told, That

    by Jalal al-Din Rumi

translated by Coleman Barks

What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest. 

What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was

whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet, whatever

was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in
Turkestan that makes them

so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is

being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that's happening here.

The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane, 

in love with the one to whom every that belongs!

from: The Soul of Rumi: A New Collection of Ecstatic Poems. Copyright 2002. 

WAS RUMI INVOLVED IN POLITICS?

 

As Rumi said:

    "You're crazy and numb.
    You're drinking our blood,
    and have no experience
    of the nearness."

 

I LOVE TREES. EXCPT PALM TREES. THEY'RE NOT REALLY TREES. WHERE'S THE SHADE TO READ BY?

Lord, the air smells good...

by Rumi

Lord, the air smells good today,
straight from the mysteries
within the inner courts of God.
A grace like new clothes thrown
across the garden, free medecine for everybody.
The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise,
the first blue violets kneeling.
Whatever came from Being is caught up in being, drunkenly
forgetting the way back.

 

The Arbor day Foundation website 

has just about everything you could ever want to know about trees, and more.

 (Found this pic on a web post)

YES

You are a rest for my soul,
a surprising joy for my bitterness.
Imagination has never imagined
what you give to me.


— Rumi: Bridge to the Soul

Acquiescence

Let yourself be silently drawn

by the stronger pull

of what you really love.

by RUMI