The Essential Rumi: Bycolemanbarks With
The Essential Rumi: Bycolemanbarks With
The Essential Rumi: Bycolemanbarks With
A. J. ARBERRY
REYNOLD NICHOLSON
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CASTLE BOOKS
And so when I start speaking a powerful right arm
of words sweeping down, I know him from what I say,
and how I say it, because there's a window open
between us, mixing the night air of our beings." 4,..~ Spring Giddiness:
The youngest was, obviously,
the laziest. He won.
Stand in the Wake of This Chattering
and Grow Airy
ONLY BREATH
Many things must be left unsaid, because it's late, When I see your face, the stones start spinning!
but whatever conversation we haven't had You appear; all studying wanders.
tonight, we'll have tomorrow. I lose my place.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. If you do not come, these do not matter.
Don't go back to sleep. If you do come, these do not matter.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill PRING IS CHRIST
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open. Everyone has eaten and fallen asleep. The house is empty.
Don't go back to sleep. We walk out to the garden to let the apple meet the peach,
to carry messages between rose and jasmine.
Spring is Christ,
raising martyred plants from their shrouds.
Their mouths open in gratitude, wanting to be kissed.
THE STEAMBATH
The glow of the rose and the tulip means a lamp
is inside. A leaf trembles. I tremble Steam fills the bath, and frozen figures on the wall
in the wind-beauty like silk from Turkestan. open their eyes, wet and round, Narcissus eyes
The censer fans into flame. that see enormous distances, and new ears
that love the details of any story. The figures dance
This wind is the Holy Spirit.
like friends diving and coming up and diving again.
The trees are Mary.
Watch how husband and wife play subtle games with their hands. Steam spills into the courtyard. It's the noise
Cloudy pearls from Aden are thrown across the lovers, of resurrection! They move from one corner
as is the marriage custom. laughing across to the opposite corner. No one notices
how steam opens the rose of each mind,
The scent of Joseph's shirt comes to Jacob.
fills every beggar's cup solid with coins.
A red carnelian of Yemeni laughter is heard
Hold out a basket. It fills up so well
by Muhammad in Mecca.
that emptiness becomes what you want.
We talk about this and that. There's no rest The judge and the accused forget the sentencing.
except on these branching moments. Someone stands up to speak, and the wood of the table
becomes holy. The tavern in that second is actually made
of wine. The dead drink it in.
SHREDS OF STEAM Then the steam evaporates.
Figures sink back into the wall, eyes blank,
Light again, and the one who brings light! ears just lines.
Change the way you live! Now it's happening again, outside.
From the ocean vat, wine fire in each cup! The garden fills with bird and leaf sounds.
Two or three of the long dead wake up. We stand in the wake of this chattering and grow airy.
Two or three drunks become lion hunters. How can anyone say what happens, even if each of us
Sunlight washes a dark face. dips a pen a hundred million times into ink?
The flower of what's true opens in the face.
Meadowgrass and garden ground grow damp again.
A strong light like fingers massages our heads. HE GROUND CRIES OUT
No dividing these fingers from those.
I feel like the ground, astonished
Draw back the lock bolt. at what the atmosphere has brought to it. What I know
One level flows into another. is growing inside me. Rain makes
Heat seeps into everything. every molecule pregnant with a mystery.
The passionate pots boil. We groan with women in labor.
Clothing tears into the air. The ground cries out, I Am Truth and Glory Is Here,
Poets fume shreds of steam, breaks open, and a camel is born out of it.
never so happy as out in the light! A branch falls from a tree, and there's a snake.
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Muhammad said, A laith/it! believer Is a good camel, A vagrant wanders empty ruins.
always looking to its master, who takes perlect care. Suddenly he's wealthy.
He brands the flank.
But don't be satisfied with stories, how things
He sets out hay.
have gone with others. Unfold
He binds the knees with reasonable rules,
your own myth, without complicated explanation,
and now he loosens all bindings and lets his camel dance,
so everyone will understand the passage,
tearing the bridle and ripping the blankets.
We have opened you.
The field itself sprouts new forms,
Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy
while the camel dances over them, imaginary
and tired. Then comes a moment
plants no one has thought of,
of feeling the wings you've grown,
but all these new seeds, no matter how they try,
lifting.
do not reveal the other sun.
They hide it.
Still, the effort is joy,
one by one to keep uncovering NOT A DAY ON ANY CALENDAR
pearls in oyster shells.
Spring, and everything outside is growing,
even the tall cypress tree.
We must not leave this place.
UNFOLD YOUR OWN MYTH Around the lip of the cup we share, these words,
Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins? My Llle Is Not Mine.
Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms?
Who comes to a spring thirsty
If someone were to pl~y music, it would have to be very sweet.
We're drinking wine, but not through lips.
and sees the moon reflected in it?
We're sleeping it off, but not in bed.
Who, like Jacob blind with grief and age,
Rub the cup across your forehead.
smells the shirt of his lost son
This day is outside living and dying.
and can sec again?
Who lets a bucket down and brings up Give up wanting what other people have.
a flowing prophet? Or like Moses goes for fire That way you're safe.
and finds what burns inside the sunrise? "Where, where can I be safe?" you ask.
Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies, This is not a day for asking questions,
and opens a door to the other world. not a day on any calendar.
Solomon cuts open a fish, and there's a gold ring. This day is conscious of itself.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness,
and leaves with blessings. more manifest than saying can say.
Chase a deer and end up everywhere!
Thoughts take form with words,
An oyster opens his mouth to swallow one drop.
but this daylight is beyond and before
Now there's a pearl.
thinkine: and imal'inini'_ Those two
they are so thirsty, but this gives smoothness This dipper gourd full of liquid,
to water. Their mouths are dry, and they are tired. upsidedown and not spilling a drop!
The rest of this poem is too blurry Or if it spills, it drops into God
for them to read. and rounds into pearls.
I am. Say I
am You.
ON THE TURN
The sun is love. The lover, Real value comes with madness,
a speck circling the sun. matzub below, scientist above.
A Spring wind moves to dance Whoever finds love
any branch that isn't dead. beneath hurt and grief