Eight Hundred Years of Bliss
by quill Saturday, Nov 24 2007, 12:30pm
international /
prose/poetry /
literature
In celebration of Jalalu’l-Din Rumi, intoxicated on the Ecstasy of pure unadulterated existence – one who has crossed the bridge, an immortal. We are ONE!
Spirit of Existence
What mysterious worlds frolic within the vast The all-encompassing ocean of consciousness?
Thereon all forms float and dart Only to sink and leave no trace Of spray or bubbles on this Sea
This Spirit does not come with observation It appears of its own volition Drink of it; be not a jar Laden with water but its lip stone dry
Or a rider borne afar Knowing not the nature of the steed beneath him
Infinity
We and our existences are non-existent: Infinity appears in the guise of mortality
That which moves in us is a gift of immortals An expression of forever
Being reveals itself to non-being and causes non-being to fall in Love with Being
Do not depart from me or withhold your Bliss I am never satiated on your ecstatic stream
But if you depart, who is there to question? Does the picture interrogate the painter?
Look not on our faults, look on Your generosity and Loving-kindness We were not: and yet you heard our silent prayer And called us into Being for Love’s sake!
Rendered into English by cleaves
We are One or we are nothing!
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