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Rumi’s Invitation


That lives in Us

If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they will never  harm another, and they will come to find
they hold everything you want.

If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer
lift anything to your mouth that might wound your precious land–
that sacred earth that is
your body.

If you put your soul against this oar with me,
the power that made the universe will enter your sinew
from a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm
that lives in us.

Exuberant is existence, time a husk.
When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with the blessings, like my words give.

Why lay ourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and future?
The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
will find no rest.

Be kind to yourself, dear–to our innocent follies.
Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
You will come to see that all evolves us.

If you put your heart against the earth with me, in serving
every creature, our Beloved will enter you from our sacred realm
and we will be, we will be
so happy.

Today I opened my book of poetry, such a beautiful gift from my recent postpartum client … (November 23, 2014)
Love Poems from God — Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West, translated by Daniel Ladinsky (Penguin Books, 2002).
This one is by Rumi.

I know you are already rowing with me.
Thank you.

Ysha Bu