Poetry Thursday - Rumi
~A Voice Through the Door~
Sometimes you hear a voice through
the door calling you, as fish out of
water hear the waves, or a hunting
falcon hears the drum's come back.
This turning toward what you deeply
love saves you. Children fill their
shirts with rocks and carry them
around. We're not children anymore.
Read the book of your life which has
been given you. A voice comes to
your soul saying, Lift your foot;
cross over; move into the emptiness
of question and answer and question.
-Rumi-
7 Comments:
hmmm--I love Rumi. This is a poem to be savored.
{Children fill their
shirts with rocks and carry them
around.}
Rumi words...almost thought provoking.
TJ
This is simply AMAZING. I need to think about this poem some more. True soul food. Thank you.
Rumi always blows me away. I've got to get me some of that.
ah, i love rumi. great poem. :-)
Aww, Theresa introduced me to Rumi through her novel.
Hugs,
V
I loved this! Savored indeed :)
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