Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Oldest Thirst There Is


Give us gladness that connects
with the Friend, a taste of the quick.

You that make a cypress strong
and jasmine jasmine.

Give us the inner listening
that is a way in itself
and the oldest thirst there is.

Do not measure it out with a cup.
I am a fish. You are the moon.

You cannot touch me, but your light
fills the ocean where I live.
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3 comments:

  1. joannaJuly 17, 2010 at 5:16 AM

    Beautiful -- unquenchable thirst to unlock the potential of the human spirit,

    Joanny

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  2. DutchbabyJuly 17, 2010 at 7:05 AM

    This photo is a dream on it's own, but together with this poem, it is sublime. It awakens my inner listening. Thank you, Ruth.

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  3. RuthJuly 17, 2010 at 7:12 AM

    Yes, Joanny.

    Dutchbaby, I'm so glad you liked this pairing. Me too. This was the morning I went out in Lesley's kayak in October 2006. Those two hours were some of the best of my life - first watching the moon set, then sunrise in fog, and then perfect clarity and calm.

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At the request of a Rumi Reader, I have enabled comments, because I agree that someone, sometime might want to write about the power of Rumi's words. So many times they have met me in ways I just have to share, and so I want you to have that opportunity here. There is no expectation for comments, but please do write something if you feel the urge. ~ Ruth