Ruminating On Rumi

As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.

~ M. Rumi

Saturday, May 28, 2011

In Her Vision

I have tied myself down far too long
When soul yearned to fly
Ensnared it with earthly desires
Tucked wings tight behind shoulders
In hopes no one would know of aspirations

Bowed head, turned gaze inward
Stared eye to i
In dream I wake to find thyself
Beyond the wholly me
To wander streets of loneliness        
To face that I will die
Each expelled breath
A mini death
Inhale, a birth, a moment new

In being born, life is always sentenced to death;
From that time of first breath to last goodbye,
And in between the how, not why.
To question what is the meaning of life?
The answer contained within.
Life is the meaning of life.
It is as it is. This moment. This breath.

This is it!
Truth lies not behind nor exists somewhere ahead.
The truth is what is.
Here now.
Now here.
No where to go.
No where to be.
Now where.

Take that exquisite leap of faith
Far beyond the "knowing" mind
Jump, eyes open closed, matters not
The fall is where flying finds
Its wings unfold in faithful fervour
Now eyes truly see