When Grapes Turn To Wine – Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

When grapes turn 

to wine, they long for our ability to change. 
When stars wheel 

around the North Pole, 

they are longing for our growing consciousness. 
Wine got drunk with us, 

not the other way. 

The body developed out of us, not we from it. 
We are bees, 

and our body is a honeycomb. 

We made 

the body, cell by cell we made it

When The Rose Is Gone – Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

When the rose is gone and the garden faded 

you will no longer hear the nightingale’s song. 

The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. 

The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. 

If love withholds its strengthening care, 

the lover is left like a bird without care, 

the lover is left like a bird without wings. 

How will I be awake and aware 

if the light of the Beloved is absent? 

Love wills that this Word be brought forth

Two Friends – Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

A certain person came to the Friend’s door 

and knocked. 

‘Who’s there?’ 

‘It’s me.’ 

The Friend answered, ‘Go away. There’s no place 

for raw meat at this table.’ 

The individual went wandering for a year. 

Nothing but the fire of separation 

can change hypocrisy and ego. The person returned 

completely cooked, 

walked up and down in front of the Friend’s house, 

gently knocked. 

‘Who is it?’ 

‘You.’ 

‘Please come in, my self, 

there’s no place in this house for two. 

The doubled end of the thread is not what goes through

the eye of the needle. 

It’s a single-pointed, fined-down, thread end, 

not a big ego-beast with baggage.’

Your Grief…. – Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Your grief for what youve lost holds a mirror 

up to where you’re bravely working. 
Expecting the worst, you look and instead, 

here’s the joyful face youve been wanting to see. 
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. 

If it were always a fist or always stretched open, 

you would be paralyzed. 
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expand 

the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated 

as birdwings.

Zero Circle – Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Be helpless, dumbfounded, 

Unable to say yes or no. 

Then a stretcher will come from grace 

To gather us up. 
We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty 

If we say we can, we’re lying. 

If we say No, we don’t see it, 

That No will behead us 

And shut tight our window onto spirit. 
So let us rather not be sure of anything, 

Besides ourselves, and only that, so 

Miraculous beings come running to help. 

Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute, 

We shall be saying finally, 

With tremendous eloquence, Lead us. 

When we have totally surrendered to that beauty, 

We shall be a mighty kindness.