What will
our children do in the morning?
Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,
the way wings
should?
Will they have dreamed the needed flights and gathered
the strength from the planets that all
men and women need to balance
the wonderful charms of
the earth
so that her power and beauty does not make us forget our own?
I know all about the ways of the heart – how it wants to be alive.
Love so needs to love
that it will endure almost anything, even abuse,
just to flicker for a moment. But the sky’s mouth is kind,
its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.
What will our children do in the morning
if they do not see us
fly?
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Archive for the ‘rumi’ Category
…”love so needs to love…” RUMI
Posted in poetry, rumi, Uncategorized, tagged children, fly, heart, morning, play, wings on April 10, 2019| Leave a Comment »
“love so needs to love…” ~RUMI
Posted in poetry, rumi, Uncategorized, tagged alive, children, fly, heart, love, morning, play, wings on April 10, 2019| Leave a Comment »
on a RUMI roll on a 40 degree day here in Chicago land. ~KMK
What will
our children do in the morning?
Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,
the way wings
should?
Will they have dreamed the needed flights and gathered
the strength from the planets that all
men and women need to balance
the wonderful charms of
the earth
so that her power and beauty does not make us forget our own?
I know all about the ways of the heart – how it wants to be alive.
Love so needs to love
that it will endure almost anything, even abuse,
just to flicker for a moment. But the sky’s mouth is kind,
its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.
What will our children do in the morning
if they do not see us
fly?
~Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
The Seed Market ~ Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Posted in inspiration, poetry, reading.writing.rithmetic, rumi, Uncategorized, tagged divine, gardens, wilderness on April 10, 2019| Leave a Comment »
A favorite of mine. AH, the RUMI. Ever present, mindful, speaking . truth always. ~KMK
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Can you find another market like this?
Where,
with your one rose
you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
Where,
for one seed
get a whole wilderness?
For one weak breath,
a divine wind?
You’ve been fearful
of being absorbed in the ground,
or drawn up by the air.
Now, your waterbead lets go
and drops into the ocean,
where it came from.
It no longer has the form it had,
but it’s still water
The essence is the same.
This giving up is not a repenting.
It’s a deep honoring of yourself.
When the ocean comes to you as a lover,
marry at once, quickly,
for God’s sake!
Don’t postpone it!
Existence has no better gift.
No amount of searching
will find this.
A perfect falcon, for no reason
has landed on your shoulder,
and become yours.
The New Rule ; Rumi
Posted in poetry, rumi, Uncategorized, tagged bowl, breaks, money, moon, power, rule, rumi, sky, wine on October 20, 2018| Leave a Comment »
“It’s the old rule that drunks have to argue
and get into fights.
The lover is just as bad. He falls into a hole.
But down in that hole he finds something shining,
worth more than any amount of money or power.
Last night the moon came dropping its clothes in the street.
I took it as a sign to start singing,
falling up into the bowl of the sky.
The bowl breaks. Everywhere is falling everywhere.
Nothing else to do.
Here’s the new rule: break the wineglass,
and fall toward the glassblower’s breath.” ~ Rumi
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Sometimes, yes, we have to do this. ~KMK