MissTick
Thingish Things

Tonight it felt like reading some poetry again. This does happens with me from time to time. I've picked up the Garden Of the Beloved - it was Night Of Rumi again…Sometimes somebody else can say things much better…I’d like to share few of my favourites from Rumi. They don’t mean things, they just mean – moods…[~hmmmm…or simply reflects my laziness to write something meaningful by myself]

I've given up on my brain.
I've torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away.
If you're not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you, and sleep.

***

Troubled by questions all my life,
Like a madman I have been
Knocking at the door.
It opened!
I had been knocking from inside

***

Time will silence the clamour of pride
That fills the head of every man.
The wolf of nothingness
Will tear the flock apart
And the flood of death
Will carry everything away

***

Beyond belief and disbelief
Lies the vast expanse of ecstasy
Where the mystic lays his head
On the cushion of Truth

***

I threw my heart to the winds
And followed you
One day the wind brought me your scent,
My heart swelled in gratitude
And scattered in the wind

***

Do not fear, there is always wine
If you are thirsty for love.
Do not fear, there is always water
If your lips are parched.
Do not fear your ruin, inside you
There is a treasure.
Open your eyes, for this world
Is only a dream…

***

The wisdom of Truth manifests suddenly
But only in a heart that is aware.
The King does not appear unless
One is emptied of the self…