THAT LIVES IN
US
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.
~
Rumi ~
(Love Poems
From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West by Daniel
Ladinsky)