Many scholars feel that Rumi is the greatest poet the world has every known. I think they are quite possibly right. But I do love the poems of many gifted poets. I would like to share a couple of them with you today.
We Point to the New Moon
“This time when you and I sit here, two figures
with one soul, we’re a garden,
with plants and birdsong moving through us like rain.
The stars come out. We’re out
of ourselves, but collected. We point
to the new moon, its discipline and slender joy.
We don’t listen to stories
full of frustrated anger. We feed
on laughter and a tenderness
we hear around us.
when we’re together.
And even more incredible, sitting here in Konya,
we’er this moment in Khorasan and Iraq.
We have these forms in time.
and another in the elsewhere
that’s made of this closeness.”
“Near midnight, in disarray, you come asking,
“is it still like this, my love,
when your‘re old?”
Who would refuse to answer?
The same was heard
before the creation of the universe,
“Am I not your Lord?”
Whatever’s poured then must be drunk.
It may be pure soul, merely grape-wine,
or some combination, but say Yes,
as I have many times,
as we all once did in unison
outside time and space.
Never regret that answer!
“Let the beauty we love be what we do.” —Rumi