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The Fragile Vial -- Mathnawi V: 1884 - Rumi

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Try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it. Be a spot of ground

where nothing is growing, where something might be planted, a seed,

possibly, from the Absolute.

That's it! We are all seeds possibly, from the Absolute!

Blessings,

Love,

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"The Fragile Vial" > I need a mouth as wide as the sky to say the

nature of a True Person, language as large as longing. > The fragile

vial inside me often breaks. No wonder I go mad and disappear for

three days every month with the moon. > For anyone in love with you,

it's always these invisible days. > I've lost the thread of the story

I was telling. My elephant roams his dream of Hindustan again.

Narrative, poetics, destroyed, my body, a dissolving, a return. >

Friend, I've shrunk to a hair trying to say your story. Would you

tell mine? I've made up so many love stories. Now I feel fictional.

Tell me! The truth is, you are speaking, not me. I am Sinai, and you

are Moses walking there. This poetry is an echo of what you say. A

piece of land can't speak, or know anything! Or if it can, only

within limits. > The body is a device to calculate the astronomy of

the spirit. Look through that astrolabe and become oceanic. > Why

this distracted talk? It's not my fault I rave. You did this. Do you

approve of my love-madness? > Say yes. What language will you say it

in, Arabic or Persian, or what? Once again, I must be tied up. Bring

the curly ropes of your hair. Now I remember the story. A True Man

stares at his old shoes and sheepskin jacket. Every day he goes up to

his attic to look at his work-shoes and worn-out coat. This is his

wisdom, to remember the original clay and not get drunk with ego and

arrogance. > To visit those shoes and jacket is praise. > The

Absolute works with nothing. The workshop, the materials are what

does not exist. > Try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it. Be

a spot of ground where nothing is growing, where something might be

planted, a seed, possibly, from the Absolute. > -- Mathnawi V:

1884-1920, 1959-64 Poetic version by Coleman Barks "The Essential

Rumi" HarperSanFrancisco, 1995 > ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ LoveAlways, Mazie Send

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