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Monday, November 23, 2009

Love Dogs by Rumi

Other than the sheer beauty that Rumi is, posting of this poem is solely triggered by the comment on the post underneath.
For dear IYM, when longing is the bridge that connects:




One night a man was crying Allah! Allah!
His lips grew sweet with praising,
until a cynic said, “So!
I’ve heard you calling our, but have you ever
gotten any response?”
The man had no answer to that.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.
He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,
in a thick, green foliage.
“Why did you stop praising?” “Because
I’ve never heard anything back.”
“This longing you express
is the return message.”
The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.
There are love dogs
no one knows the names of.
Give your life
to be one of them."


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Thank you Leenah.. I shall wake up from my confused sleep :)

Parthajeet Das said...

what happens if one plants a seed and checks every hour to see if it has germinated? one has to pray and belive that they are heard!

leenah. said...

IYM, yours is not a confused sleep wallah. Yours is the intense longing that is like eddy current to even those who happen to have the luck of witnessing it :)
Enjoy your connection, it is Strong! :)

leenah. said...

You are so right Das. Therein comes the all enriching waiting! :)