In the velvety black-blue sky
two mountains stand as soldiers
with their snow-clad peaks glistening
in the white gentle moonlight.
I lie on my back on my sleeping bag,
my outstretched hand playing with
the dew-laden soft grass.
The smell of the moist Earth fills my lungs
grounding my very being.
The sound of the crickets fills my ears
with a chaotic symphony.
The sneaky stars play hide and seek with me.
And in my heart only these words echo
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God made you in the God mind
and then God threw his head back
A thousand suns filled the sky
and started setting one after another
in a golden ocean.
And that’s how you were made.
When my body is dying
And my soul is on its way out Take me near the trunk of that mighty tree The one that was my refuge The one that supported me Yes, that one who grounded my untamed emotions Let me lie near my beloved And let my body rot in the mud My soul can witness this union What comes from the Earth, goes back to the Earth Let me help my beloved Thrive a little more Provide the nutrients Of my flesh and bones And when some birds come To eat my eyes, let them Let me give back to my dear mother nature For I have lived and only taken And then when I become one With the mighty tree Maybe one day my son will Pass by below me Maybe he will touch the mighty Tree’s trunk and feel it’s leaves Maybe in it, he will feel his mother’s touch His mother’s love, care and protection It’s still all there
A part of me has died today,
a part of me is gone.
Where there was an open window
darling, I have built a stone wall.
I met a man once
With a mighty heart Beautiful smile And soulful eyes
Why do you not love
Yourself, I thought In a dark room you Keep the child locked
So happy to give love
But hesitant to take any Do you fear being left out again Have you been betrayed by many?
Is that why the child
doesn’t come to play? But oh dear man, Times have changed
Must you always have
The child be a man? Let him free, love him For that, will make you a whole man.
Thanks for everything you gave
Thanks for all the laughs you shared
I hope you have a wonderful afterlife
Hope you are feeling free in the spirit realm
We will keep communicating like we used to
Now we have another angel looking after everything we do!
You pulled me in with your beauty
and mesmerized me into surrender
You gave me a welcoming home
like you give to homeless in your streets
You gave my son serene lanes to walk in
lined with your quirky Victorian houses
You get painted in all of God’s colors
and remind me of letting go and moving on
You are just like my hometown
filling me with hope every morning
You are precious Vancouver
blessed with God’s beautiful creations
You are magical Vancouver
with Angels flying and looking over you
Thank you Vancouver
for everything you give!
I love you Vancouver!
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Here is my interpretation of Rumi’s unnamed poem:
Which is worth more, a crowd of thousands,
or your own genuine solitude?
Freedom, or power over an entire nation?
A little while alone in your room
will prove to be more valuable than anything else
that could ever be given to you.
In this poem Rumi is trying to explain how important he thinks being alone with oneself is. It is only when we quiet the mouth as well as the mind’s chatter that revelations happen. These aha-moments which happen in a meditative state are priceless according to him.
He compares an extroverted leader who might have power – maybe over an entire nation to a mystic who has freedom and who is completely satisfied in his own solitude, and asks the reader which one they think is worth more? There is no right or wrong here, obviously. Leaders are just as important to the society as mystics. A person who is a good balance of extroversion and introversion, leadership and mysticism would indeed be like a dream come true.
The Essential Rumi
translated by Coleman Barks
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