Prophet

Day 17 ProphetThe word for yesterday was prophet.  I began my day with coffee and Rumi.  Rumi strikes me as a prophet of love.  He writes about divine love, but also writes about a passionate, sexual, romantic love.  Many believe Rumi and his teacher Shams were lovers.  This line of thought is somewhat controversial.  One thing is certain – Rumi let love flow through his words.  In the following piece we see passion, romance, and divine love in Rumi’s words.

Like This – Rumi

If someone asks,

“What does perfect beauty look like?”

Show him your own face and say,

Like this.

 

If someone asks,

“What does a full moon look like?”

Climb to the highest rooftop and yell,

Like this.

 

If someone asks,

“What does an angel’s wing look like?” – smile.

If he asks about divine fragrance

Pull him close, his face in your hair,

Like this.

 

If someone asks,

“How did Jesus bring the dead back to life?” –

Don’t say a word –

Just kiss him softly on the cheek,

Like this.

 

If someone asks,

“How does it feel to be slain by love?”

Close your eyes and tear open your shirt,

Like this.

 

If someone asks about my stature,

Stare into space with your eyes wide open,

Like this.

 

The soul enters one body, then another,

If someone argues about this

Enter my house and wave him good-bye,

Like this.

 

Whenever a lover cries out

He is telling our story

And God bends down to listen,

Like this.

 

I am the storehouse of all pleasure,

I am the pain of self-denial.

To see me, lower your eyes to the ground

Then raise them up to heaven,

Like this.

 

Only the gentle breeze

Knows the secret of union.

Listen as it whispers a song to every heart,

Like this.

 

If someone asks,

How does a servant attain the glory of God?

Become the shining candle

That every eye can see,

Like this.

 

I asked about Joseph’s perfume

Which rode the wind from city to city –

If was your scent

Blowing in from God’s perfect world,

Like this.

 

I asked how Joseph’s perfume

Gave sight to the blind –

It was your breeze

Clearing the darkness from my eyes,

Like this.

 

Perhaps Shams will be generous

And fill our hearts with love.

Perhaps he will raise one eyebrow

And cast us a glance,

Like this.

 

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