Sublime Generosity, Rumi

 venus

 

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
enough

To stay with us.”

 

I broke through another
layer

Into joyfulness.

 

He said, “It’s not enough

I died.

 

He said, “You’re a clever little
man,

Full of fantasy and
doubting.”

 

I plucked out my feathers and became a
fool.

He said, “Now you’re the candle

For 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 toward you.

 

And old love said, “Stay with
me.”

 

I said, “I will.”

 

You are the fountain of the sun’s
light.

I am the 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.

 

This is the sunset, again, Venus
gradually

Changes into her moon and then the whole
night sky.

 

This coms of smiling back

At your smile.

 

The chess master say nothing,

Other than moving the silent chess
piece.

 

That I am part of the ploys

Of this games makes me

Amazing happy.


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