Thursday, January 20, 2011

The Sunrise Ruby


In the early morning hour,
just before dawn, lover and beloved awake
and take a drink of water.

She asks, Do you love me or yourself more?
Really, tell me the absolute truth.

He says, There is nothing left of me.
I am like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world
made of redness? It has no resistance
to sunlight. The ruby and the sunrise are one.
Be courageous and discipline yourself.

Work. Keep digging your well.
Don't think about getting off from work.
Submit to a daily practice.
Your loyalty to that is a ring on the door.

Keep knocking, and the joy inside
will eventually open a window
and look out to see who's there.

4 comments:

The Solitary Walker said...

It is now, here in England, the early morning hour. Just before dawn. Though my beloved is asleep. So I don't have to answer that question. (Though it may not have been asked.) I'm about to begin my work. And I'm hoping for the joy inside to flower.

Ruth said...

Yes, keep knocking.

This is one of my all time favorites. The whole thing. And this: Work . . . don't think about getting off from work.

steven said...

waking with intention begins the work. the task is to honour the intention. steven

NanYoga said...

I love the image of joy being inside and eventually opening a window to see who is outside. I'm relatively newly in love with Rumi and so amazed, so filled with awe. Thank you for your blog!