Sunday, July 4, 2010

One Song


Every war and every conflict
between human beings has happened
because of some disagreement about names.

It is such an unnecessary foolishness,
because just beyond the arguing
there is a long table of companionship
set and waiting for us to sit down.

What is praised is one, so the praise is one too,
many jugs being poured into a huge basin.
All religions, all this singing, one song.

The differences are just illusion and vanity.
Sunlight looks a little different
on this wall than it does on that wall
and a lot different on this other one,
but it is still one light.

We have borrowed these clothes,
these time-and-space personalities,
from a light, and when we praise,
we are pouring them back in.

2 comments:

dirt clustit said...

some of the most bitter and longest standing wars that are fought with the most passion because the two opposing sides would have made strong allies and probably do in fact share exact same opinions on the very subject they are so passionate about.


if it were not for that initial misunderstanding the similar minds would not be bitter enemies singing the same lyrics but to a different tune

misternoble said...

I just linked to your blog and this marvelous poem in a post to some 3,000 people on G+.

Thanks for the lovely gift of Rumi's words.