after months ....
Posted by
the writer
on Thursday, May 31, 2007
Asking and knowing
the purest heart are dreaming
of little butterfly hanging
in the tapestry of living
Asking and knowing
Let the clown smiling
summer stinging
rain drizzling
and the illusionist dying
its dark secret rubbling
Oh thou,
purest of the purest heart
in the thatched house
of God
please stop here in my port
take me to the rock
and let me in
2 comments:
A thirsty man calls out,
'Delicious water,where are you?'
while the water moans,
'Where is the water drinker?'
The thirst in our souls is the attraction,
put out by the Water itself.
(Jalaluddin Rumi, Mathnawi, III, 4391 - 4472)
Oh, the thirst. An almost unbearable thirst, isn't it? Sometime He put us out in the desert, so we can understand the value of the water... The longing for water, is something really worth our gratitude.
welcome, sister.. :)
Thanks. you showed me "the other side of the coin" ..
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