Any movement or sound is a profession of faith,
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)
4 comments:
Beautiful post. Beautiful blog. Thank you, dear one.
Peace,
Diane
That's gorgeous, and one I did not know. Thanks for posting it.
One of my favourites..
'let it splash inside my chest.'
ah yes.
This really moved the artist in me. I know it did you. The earth is covered with designs for my carpet...
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