Sunday, October 31, 2010

Undressing


Learn the alchemy true human beings know.
The moment you accept what troubles
you've been given, the door will open.

Welcome difficulty, as a familiar comrade.
Joke with torment brought by the Friend.

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes
and jackets that serve to cover,
and then are taken off.

That undressing,
and the naked body underneath,
is the sweetness that comes after grief.
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2 comments:

  1. whoOctober 31, 2010 at 11:01 AM

    Sometimes I wonder if Rumi was a one woman for every man type of guy or if he was more what we consider today or in the correct tense of yester...swung.

    Sometimes he sounds like his heads are in the clouds yet always, never fails to make perfectly logical sense. Starting with my jacket, by the time a get to my shoes and then socks I will be Buck Rumi sweet that comes as Mr. Miagi says "after after"

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  2. UnknownMarch 30, 2018 at 12:32 PM

    Can anyone tell me theme of this poem??

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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