Poem

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Hello,

 

Since I'm usually the silent onlooker in these groups,

deriving benefit from them but not contributing, I

thought I'd express my appreciation by sharing this

poem by the famous Sufi Rumi with you all. It's

entitled, "Hush, Don't Say Anything to God," but in

my mind it might as well be "Hush, Don't Say Anything

to Amma." (It's from a book of the same title by

Shahram Shiva)

 

Hush Don't Say Anything to God

 

See my ashen face,

feel my ceaseless pain,

and don't say anything to God.

See my bleeding heart,

my eyes flowing like a roaring river,

all that you see, let it pass you by,

and don't say anything to God.

Last night, your spirit came to the house of my heart,

knocked on the door and said,

come on, open up,

and, hush, don't say anything.

I bit my hand when I saw you,

I said, yearning for you is all too painful.

He said, I belong only to you,

let your hand drop

and hush, don't say anything.

He said, you are my sornaa (flute)

you can't cry without my lips touching you.

Wait, for I will play you like a harp,

until then, about the melody,

don't say anything.

I said stop dragging my soul all over the Earth.

He said, any place I take you, come quickly,

and hush, don't say anything.

I said, how can you ask me to keep quiet,

when I know you will invite me to dance

amidst the flames.

to let go and embrace the fire that is your Love,

how can I not say anything?

He smiled like a rose in full bloom,

he said, come into the heart of fire.

There you will see

what you thought was a flame

is only jasmine.

what you thought was heat,

is only a leaf on a tree.

what you thought was a blinding glow,

is only a bed of tulips,

walk right in,

and hush, don't say anything.

Flames turned into a talking rose,

the heat cradled me in its gentle arms,

it said, except for the kindness,

and generosity of the Beloved,

don't say anything to God.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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