In truth, there never was an end.

Almost eight hundred years later, the spirits of Shams and Rumi are still alive today,

whirling amid us somewhere...


January 26, 2012

I AM A SCULPTOR


I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down

I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,

I want to throw them in the fire.

My souls spills into yours and is blended.

Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,

I cherish it.

Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,

I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.

In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.

Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.

-Rumi

January 13, 2012

An eye is meant to see things



An eye is meant to see things.
The soul is here for its own joy.

A head has one use: For loving a true love.
Feet: To chase after.

Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,
for learning what men have done and tried to do.

Mysteries are not to be solved: The eye goes blind
when it only wants to see why.

A lover is always accused of something.
But when he finds his love, whatever was lost
in the looking comes back completely changed.

                                                                      -Rumi