For some reason Amar's post- a zen saying- brought this poem by Rumi to mind. It is one of my (many) favourite Rumi poems and i take great pleasure in sharing it here.
Quietness
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky,
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.
Die, and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
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This are deeply personal musings. If these resonate within you say so.
About Me
- Seema at Dresden Walks
- Life has its own plans and I have learnt (gradually and wisely) to just go along. Sometimes I drag my feet and complain, but often I go along for the challenges.
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