Poetry

Thank you for thsd poem, Inda.
I love Rumi. I used to write poetry a long time ago. Now I just enjoy reading it, especially the eastern poets.

Gisele

Thank you for the beautiful Rumi.
I feel like I am in heaven, reading and looking at so many beautiful things.

Sincerely,
Christina

Beautiful poem.

Thank you Inda.

Love,
Sylvie

Ahhh yes poets can't write without music accompanying their inspirations ... so touchingly beautiful!
Teo, musician of my heart .... don't tire to play and compose .... you too!!
Love, Margherita

On a dolphin’s back
I ride my ocean of tears
she giggles me through

senryu by Margherita

Thank you,
This is beautiful.I love Rumi.

Love,
-AKK!

Hidden from all eyes and ears
let us tell each other of our soul.
Smile like a rose with no lips
and keep silent like a thought.
Let us speak silently the secret like Spirit
and avoid talkers who use words in vain.
let us join our hands
listen to every flutter of our heart
let us become one in silence.
Divine destiny knows our fate to the last detail
let our story be told in a silent way.

Rumi

O you who've gone on pilgrimage -
where are you, where, oh where?
Here, here is the Beloved!
Oh come now, come, oh come!
Your friend, he is your neighbor,
he is next to your wall -
You, erring in the desert -
what air of love is this?
If you'd see the Beloved's
form without any form -
You are the house, the master,
You are the Kaaba, you! . . .
Where is a bunch of roses,
if you would be this garden?
Where, one soul's pearly essence
when you're the Sea of God?
That's true - and yet your troubles
may turn to treasures rich -
How sad that you yourself veil
the treasure that is yours!

Rumi

Thank you girls for bringing back Rumi, one of my favourite poets.

Sincerely,
Gisele

I have always enjoyed the writings of Rumi.



(I borrowed this image from your post Teo,
I hope that you don't mind.)


I said to the night,
"If you are in love with the moon,
it is because you never stay for long.'
The night turned to me and said,
"It is not my fault. I never see the Sun,
how can I know that love is endless?"

Rumi

Love
Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one's might.
A weak covenant is a rotten root, without grace or fruit.
Though the boughs and leaves of the date palm are green,
greenness brings no benefit if the root is corrupt.
If a branch is without green leaves, yet has a good root,
a hundred leaves will put forth their hands in the end.

Rumi