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Rumi 1

Been reading Rumi again.  Ohhh shiiiiiiiit.  Time for some philosophizing!  I get drunk of Rumi's poems like he gets drunk off wine.  And like Rumi, we both start talking about the ocean when we are drunk.  Let's go.



Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?
I'll never get that shit

Drink the wine that moves you;
Notice how each particle moves.  Notice how everyone has just arrived here from a journey.  Notice how each wants a different food.  Notice how the stars vanish as the sun comes up, and how all the streams stream towards the ocean.  Look at the chefs preparing special plates for everyone, according to what they need.  Look at the cup that can hold the ocean.  Look at those who see the face.  Look through Shams' eyes into the water that is entirely jewels.
Who are the chefs?  Also, I'll tell you a secret.  Shams is the infinite darkness and silence in Rumi's heart.  Is that weird?  I have a friend named Shams.  This person is the fire to my water.  How odd that I should think of this now.

1 comment:

  1. There's something about this post that urges me to speak infinitely of. What exactly is it? I'm not entirely sure myself.