Buoyancy by Rumi

*This poem is dedicated to my friend, J. I promised to post a Rumi poem on the sidebar, but the one I chose was quite long, so here it is, presented as a new post.

Love has taken away all my practices

And filled me with poetry.

I tried to keep silently repeating

No strength but yours

But I couldn't.

I had to clap and sing.

I used to be respectable and chaste and stable,

but who can stand in this strong wind

and remember those things?

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself.

That's how I hold your voice.

I am scrap wood thrown in your fire

and quickly reduced to smoke.

I saw you and became empty.

This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,

obliterates existence, yet when it comes,

existence thrives and creates more existence.

The sky is blue. The world is a blind man

squatting on the road.

But whoever sees your emptiness

sees beyond blue and beyond the blind man.

A great soul like Mohammed, or Jesus,

moving through a crowd in a city

where no one knows him.

To praise is to praise

how one surrenders

to the emptiness.

To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes

Praise, the ocean. What we say, a little ship.

So, the sea-journey goes on, and who knows where!

Just to be held by the ocean is the best luck

we could have. It's a total waking up!

Why should we grieve that we've been sleeping?

It doesn't matter how long we've been unconcious.

We're groggy, but let the guilt go.

Feel the motions of tenderness

around you, the buoyancy.

Rumi, 1207-1273