Seasons of PeacePoems from Rumi |
| Seasons of Peace |
Rumi |
Guest House |
Shadow and Light |
Only Breath |
The Hidden |
| Shadow and Light | The Self We Share | Who Says Words With My Mouth? | Two Kinds of Intelligence | Not Intrigued With Evening | |
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Not Intrigued With Evening
What the material world values
does not shine the same in the truth of the soul. You have been interested in your shadow. Look instead directly at the sun. What can we know by just watching the time-and-space shapes of each other? Someone half awake in the night sees imaginary dangers; the morning star rises; the horizon grows defined; people become friends in a moving caravan Night birds may think daybreak a kind of darkness, because that's all they know. It's a fortunate bird who's not intrigued with evening, who flies in the sun we call Shams. |
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From The Soul of Rumi. Translated by Coleman Barks.
© Copyright, 2001, Harpercollins. Permission pending; fair use intended. |
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