Sunday, September 5, 2010
as the millstone grinding is explaining
how it believes in the river.
No metaphor can explain this,
but I cannot stop pointing to the beauty.
Every moment and place says,
Put this design in your carpet.
I want to be in such a passionate adoration
that my tent gets pitched against the sky.
Let the beloved come
and sit like a guard dog
in front of the tent.
When the ocean surges,
don't let me just hear it.
Let it splash inside my chest.
Rumi, A Year With Rumi (September 3)
Posted by Diane Walker at 8:14 AM