“I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.
To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.
I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.
I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.
The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of a stone, a flickering
in metal. Both candle,
and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.
I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,
and the falling away. What is,
and what isn’t. You who know
Jelaluddin, You the one
in all, say who
I am. Say I
am You.”
–Rumi
Did I ever tell you I love Rumi? lol.. Silence, thought and voice in a tree and even a trained parrot, too.
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Someone told me once…at least once, though the who is debatable. My parrot is trained to do all kinds of things! I have found that if I try to tape it’s little beak shut, it uses sign language and ship code with its wings!
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Darn those parrots. It’s so hard to shut’em up. Guess what, though, Elisa? I turned off the computer for more than a day and the parrot almost, make that almost, quit its infernal yak-yak-yakking!
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Don’t worry it was looking for something else to do!
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tee hee, lol!
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I have been writing an e-book in which the introduction contains Morning by Rumi. This was lovely. Thanks.
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Ah, I love Rumi. What a beautiful poem linking self to nature…thank you for sharing it.
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