Hello,
Beloveds,
And welcome to today's reading A Poem by Rumi A Great Wagon When I see your face,
The stones start spinning You appear,
All studying wonders I lose my place,
Water turns pearly Fire dies down and doesn't destroy In your presence,
I don't want what I thought I wanted Those three little hanging lamps Inside your face,
The ancient manuscripts seem like rusty mirrors You breathe,
New shapes appear And the music of a desire As widespread as spring Begins to move like a great wagon Drive slowly,
Some of us walking alongside are lame Today,
Like every other day We wake up empty and frightened Don't open the door to the study and begin reading Take down a musical instrument Let the beauty we love be what we do There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing There is a field,
I'll meet you there When the soul lies down in that grass The world is too full to talk about Ideas,
Language,
Even the phrase each other Doesn't make any sense The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you Don't go back to sleep You must ask for what you really want Don't go back to sleep People are going back and forth across the door sill Where the two worlds touch The door is round and open Don't go back to sleep I would love to kiss you The price of kissing is your life Now my loving is running toward my life shouting What a bargain,
Let's buy it Daylight,
Full of small dancing particles And the one great turning Our souls are dancing with you Without feet they dance Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
They try to say what you are,
Spiritual or sexual They wonder about Solomon and all his wives In the body of the world they say there is a soul And you are that But we have ways within each other That will never be said by anyone Come to the orchard in the spring There is light and wine and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers If you do not come,
These do not matter If you do come,
These do not matter
