Kundalini Splendor

Poem by Rumi

I was dead, then Alive

I was dead, then alive.

Weeping, then laughing.
The power of love came into me,

and I became fierce like a lion,

then tender like the evening star.
He said, "You’re not mad enough.

You don’t belong in this house."
I went wild and had to be tied up.

He said, "Still not wild enoughto stay with us!"
I broke through another layer

into joyfulness.
He said, "Its not enough."

I died.
He said, "You are a clever little man,

full of fantasy and doubting."
I plucked out my feathers and became a fool.

He said, "Now you are the candlefor this assembly."
But I'm no candle. Look!

I'm scattered smoke
He said, "You are the Sheikh, the guide."

But I'm not a teacher. I have no power.
He said, "You already have wings.

I cannot give you wings."
But I wanted his wings.

I felt like some flightless chicken.
Then new events said to me,"Don’t move.

A sublime generosity is

coming towards you."
And old love said, "Stay with me."
I said, "I will."
You are the fountain of the sun's light.

I am a willow shadow on the ground.

You make my raggedness silky.
The soul at dawn is like darkened water

that slowly begins to say Thank you, thank you.
Then at sunset, again, Venus gradually

Changes into the moon and then the whole nightsky.
This comes of smiling back

at your smile.
The chess master says nothing,

other than moving the silent chess piece.
That I am part of the ploys

of this game makes me

amazingly happy.

Rumi (tr. Coleman Barks)

(Image from Wikipedia)

# posted by Dorothy : 12/18/2008 11:35:00 AM