One Human Gesture

 

You have a source inside you, a cool spring that sometimes stops flowing, frozen

or clogged with silt. A voice says, ” Consider the situation more deeply, my friend.”

Such advice is not idle. It is immediate  companionship with a soul artist like David,

who works iron until it melts and he can shape it. Spirit is the art of making what’s

blocked start moving again. When your body dies, give it to the death angel,

Israfil. If your heart feels numb and metallic, walk out into the sun, or whatever

the mystery is that makes your inner spring well up. There was once a sage who felt

this flow moving inside him. As he walked the garden that

was being restored with

spring water, he gave names to aspects of the vital dance he was doing: the animal’s

hungry agility and the connoisseur’s intelligent choice.

Blessings on Hakim

Sanai, who could put those two in one gesture.

—Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks

 

 

I hear nothing in my ear

but your voice. Heart has

 

plundered mind of all its

eloquence. Love writes a

 

transparent calligraphy, so on the empty page my soul

 

can read and recollect.

—Rumi