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A Wonderful Rumi Poem Collected And Shared By Tony Johansen
HOW CLOSE ARE THESE IMMATERIAL THINGS
How close are these immaterial things - my soul to your soul!
Telepathy is the way we astonish each other in our paradise.
But we are even closer than that, come nearer so that the surface
Of our questing souls may co-mingle like wisps of sea-mist.
Come nearer, don’t jest and say with soft irony: “I am a dervish
In your midst.” Our conjunction is not so simply told as that.
I am the pillar which holds up the ceiling, I am the gutter collecting
Rainwater from the roof, I am your salty conscience on Judgement Day;
Don’t take me as the oil of passing acquaintences without history.
I am the wine at your banquet, the proud and terrible lance of your battles.
If like lightening I suddenly pierce the dark bulk of night then go out;
I am also the blinding electricity of your beauty, clean silent and lethal.
I am an ocean of joy, so drunk I take and give soul for soul without
Quibling pedantry between your heaven and my earth. You make
Blossom in my worlds as numerous as atoms, number on number.
Mine is the house of the dead which you properly occupy at your ease
Showing it off like a proud owner. A handful of atoms reminisce:
“We were a lock of hair once upon a time.” Others remember they
Are bone. You are breathless and confused, the ceiling grows soft
As cheese before your eyes, then, at once, you’re pierced with love
Which wordlessly says within your heartbeat: ” You’re mine, I’ll free
You from the cage of yourself, now!” Be silent Khusrau, be silent,
Savor this timeless moment, speak no more of longing. Oh my tongue,
Oh how this retiring tongue of mine is made exquisite with your sweetness!
- Rumi (Persia, 13th century)