Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silences surrounding all your calls of “Allah”
Echoed my replies of "I Am Here."
(Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi)
A fellow-poet sent this and seemed kind of quiet about it, so I will respect this by not posting his name for now.
I found another poem several days later which although a differing topic seems in such harmony with the simple profundity of the Rumi poem above.
I don't know the title (Twigs, maybe?) but here it is...
And so
it has taken me
all of sixty years
to understand
that water is the finest drink,
and bread the most delicious food,
and that art is worthless
unless it plants
a measure of splendor in people's hearts.
~ Taha Muhammad Ali ~
I found this second poem at:
www.lightupthedarkness-noor.blogspot.com
under 24.6.12 Twigs
Shukria to BOTH of you gentle loving souls for these two poems and for your practiced gifts of listening to the Spirit and giving these to others at just the right time.
I'm wondering, as I post these two pieces of
splendor, how it is that I call the Other's name in Splendor? How do you?
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**The image was found at palmspringslife.com and under a collection of Georgia O'Keefe art and photographs resembling her style.
It is a photo by Tom Brewster.
Greetings,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this nice poetry.
All good wishes,
robert
I always like you coming by!
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