Poetry by Rumi
07/05/08 07:09 Filed in: Poetry
I love this poem.
What is it that beats inside me now?
Only the rhythm of your blood
only the waves of the ocean
into which you have cast me.
Knowing not how to swim,
I am at peace
Drowning without choice
In these unknown waters
Alone
Bereft of all things
save this one gift
to be so emptied
as to become myself
the cup of longing
filled to the brim…….
Many …have I known,
Yet none have known me
Never has one knocked on this door
Which you have pierced and entered
Before I even thought
To lay a stone across the way
against your coming.
What is it that you offer me,
That my being opens,
as a tide turning,
as a flowers face
knowing the direction of the sun?
Nothing can you give me.
Yet all my being
Opens
Without thought of price
And gives itself to You.
What is it that beats inside me now?
Only the rhythm of your blood
only the waves of the ocean
into which you have cast me.
Knowing not how to swim,
I am at peace
Drowning without choice
In these unknown waters
Alone
Bereft of all things
save this one gift
to be so emptied
as to become myself
the cup of longing
filled to the brim…….
Many …have I known,
Yet none have known me
Never has one knocked on this door
Which you have pierced and entered
Before I even thought
To lay a stone across the way
against your coming.
What is it that you offer me,
That my being opens,
as a tide turning,
as a flowers face
knowing the direction of the sun?
Nothing can you give me.
Yet all my being
Opens
Without thought of price
And gives itself to You.
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