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.
2 comments:
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"
Can anyone tell me theme of this poem??
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