Water turns pearly.
Fire dies down and does not consume.
In your presence I do not want
what I thought I wanted,
those three little hanging lamps.
Inside your face the ancient manuscripts
seem like rusty mirrors.
You breathe, and new shapes appear.
The music of a desire as widespread as spring
begins to move like a great wagon.
Some of us walking alongside are lame.
Love this from Rumi. Love it.
When I quoted Rumi recently while teaching I almost said “13th century Persian prophet” but changed it to poet. It was a near mispeak, but afterwards I wished I had said “prophet” from the simple biblical perspective that sees so much overlap between poet and prophet. Both speak under the influence of divine breath to one degree or another. Both traffic with life as it is, as it should be, as it could be.
Rumi is so on to something. Particularly here.
“You search the Scriptures, because you think that by them you have eternal life – and they point to me! And yet you refuse to come to me that you might have Life!”
Rumi’s ruminations serve as amplification and elaboration of Jesus’ words.
I love ancient manuscripts. I love the play of Hebrew words rolling on, around and off my tongue. But “inside his face they are but rusty mirrors.”
I can’t shake the image of the Divine Visage causing Hebrew words and letters to spin like dreidels! My God, how we need to lose our place in such reverie! How we lame souls need ears that can attune to the “music of a desire as widespread as spring” that will finally cause our studious study to wander…
…as we walk beside the Great Wagon…
I do believe I hear it.
And how the letters spin.