Monday, July 23, 2012

There you are...Rumi

(photography: Bart Aldrich)

There You Are....

You're inside every kindness. When a sick
person feels better, you're that,

and the onset of disease too. You're sudden,
terrible screaming. Some problems require

we go for help. When we knock on a stranger's 
door, you sent us. Nobody answers. It's

you! When work feels necessary, you
are the way workers move in rhythm.

You are what is: the field, the players,
the ball, those watching. Someone claims to

have evidence that you do not exist.
You're the one who brings the evidence in,

and the evidence itself. You are inside 
the soul's great fear, every natural

pleasure, every vicious cruelty. Someone
loves something, someone else hates

the same. There you are. Whatever anyone
wants or not: political power, injustice,

material possessions, those are your script,
the handwriting we study. Body, soul, 

shadow. Whether reckless or careful,
you are what we do. It's absurd to ask

your pardon. You're inside repentence, 
and sin! The wonder of various jewels,

agate,emerald. How we are during a day,
then at night, you are those moods and

the pure compassion we feel for each
other. Every encampment has a tent

where the leader is, and also the wide
truth of your imperial tent overall.


Om Shanti Beloved Friends,

1 comment:

  1. Is it Jalaluddin Rumi, the poet?