Eight Hundred Years of Bliss
by quill Saturday, Nov 24 2007, 12:30pm
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
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
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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