Rumi-fied.

"Five Things"

I have five things to say,
five fingers to give into your grace.

First, when I was apart from you,
this world did not exist, nor any other.

Second, whatever I was looking for
was always you.

Third, why did I ever learn to count to three?

Fourth, my cornfield is burning!

Fifth, this finger stands for Rabia,*
and this is for someone else.
Is there a difference?

*Rabia was the woman mystic from Basara who said that a love for God should not come out of fear or hope, but in response to the beauty in the heart.

I especially identify with the red lines for a variety of reasons at this point in my life.

I need another Rumi poetry book.

Pale sunlight,
pale the wall.


Love moves away.
The light changes.


I need more grace
than I thought.


-Rumi

I'm not quite sure what to do. I feel as though I'm hanging in limbo. I don't know what to reach for, what to cling to, what to release, what to bury. I'm not sad or depressed; I'm not satisfied. But, I'm okay with that for now.

Untitled Rumi

You are an ocean in a drop of dew,
all the universes in a thin sack

of blood! What are these pleasures
then, these joys, these worlds,

that you keep reaching for, hoping
they will make you more alive?