Friday, November 7, 2008

Hands on the oar

We've had an extraordinary week, so I thought I'd give you a Rumi poem to get to the end of the week. I hope it might set a tone for the tasks ahead as a people, and the spiritual life within each of us. This was sent to us two years ago this fall from our friend, Karen, and I took the photo at lake near Bend, Ore.  that same fall. 

That Lives in Us
by Rumi

If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they will never harm another, and they will come to find
they hold everything you want.

If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they would no longer lift anything to your
mouth that might wound your precious land –
that sacred earth that is your body.

If you put your soul against this oar with me,
the power that made the universe will enter your sinew
from a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm
that lives in us.

Exuberant is existence, time a husk.
When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with the blessings, like my words give.

Why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and the future?
The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
will find no rest.

Be kind to yourself, dear – to our innocent follies.
Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
You will come to see that all evolves us.

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