This Dream Must Be Interpreted Rumi

This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.

Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.

But there’s a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.

It stays,
and it must be interpreted.

All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.

The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift, payback hit,
is just a boy’s game
to what the other will be.

You know about circumcision here.
It’s full castration there!
Czytaj dalej


My friend, this body is His lute. He tightens the strings and plays
 its songs.
If the strings break and the pegs work loose, this lute, made of
 dust, returns to dust.
Kabir says: Nobody else can wake from it that heavenly music.

luteMan Ray, Violon d’Ingres, 1924

The Universe in small

Philosophers say a human being is the universe in small, but it is more true that the essence of a human is the whole from which the cosmos grew. It looks as if fruit grows from a branch, but growth comes more truly from the gardener’s hope and the work of sowing the seed that grew inside the fruit. The tree of the universe grows out of the fruit and its seed, even though in form the tree bears the fruit.
Rumi & Coleman B.


Rumi from "Soul of Rumi"

I thank God with all my heart
for the gifts he has given mankind.
Uncountable are his miracles, immeasurable his love…
He has filled each day with his splendor
and given us eyes to see,
hearts that can comprehend,
spirits that stand in awe.
Also he has permitted us
knowledge beyond our wisdom,
and has granted us, in our unripeness,
the power to destroy the earth.

I praise his fathomless mercy
and thank him for his difficult grace…

from „Soul of Rumi”