Friday, September 07, 2007

A poem by Rumi

This is a poem by Rumi I just found. I love it for the first line alone:
Be with those who help your being.
Don’t sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.

A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don’t try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it’s too late for all you could become.

Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?

Yes, be with those who help your being. And, while you're at it, be someone who helps the "being" of others. This is a wonderful way to live.


  1. Ellie, What a beautiful place to visit. I will be back on a regular basis. There was much here that spoke to my heart and soul. There was much here that was pertinent to my current life. God leads us down paths in interesting ways, does he not? He uses many fellow pilgrims as his messengers.

  2. I'm so glad this spoke to you, BooCat. Come back often!


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