A poem by Rumi (excerpt #1

Picture the Chattering Magpie © 2009

Those who don’t feel this love,

Pulling them like a river,

Those who don’t drink dawn,

Like a cup of spring water,

Or take in sunset like supper,

Those who don’t want to change,

Let them sleep.

This love is beyond the study of theology,

That old trickery and hypocrisy,

If you want to improve your mind that way,

Sleep on.

I’ve given up on my brain,

I’ve torn the cloth to shreds,

And thrown it away.

If you’re not completely naked,

Wrap your beautiful robe of words,

About you and sleep.

Picture copyright the Chattering Magpie © 2014