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RUMI-nations
by Charlie Morgan
Rumi-nations
The higher tide ebbs to a flow and tosses the sand no more,
as the ancient breaths of the oceans still
spin and stir making our air.
As we live in 4-4 time forcing reality on the illusions of space and time,
choosing to believe the moments of life come and go
when the present day is all we have.
We fear that kissing the universe will cost us our life and
that the world is too big to talk about
so we silence Reason until shes mute.
And deep within the echoes of a language heard but never spoken
lies the mystery of mankind with each of us clanging
noisily trying to be heard.
Love of life and its ventures should make our soft pillowhard,
for such is the measure of letting the beauty
that we love be what we do.
Outside all the ideas of right doing and wrong doing,
there is a field and there are a hundred ways
to kiss the ground.
When someone asks for your help, and they will,
light the candle in his hand.
09/16/2004 Posted on 09/16/2004
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/12/05 at 06:07 AM Oh, Charlie, my friend, this is beautiful! Rumi-nations truly... he whirls with delight at your wisdom. I especially love these lines: "for such is the measure of letting the beauty / that we love be what we do." A synthesis of Merton, Neruda, and Sagan. Again, you astound me.
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