A Poem

Lisa Dietrich - Rumi
In the morning I was a Buddhist, in the afternoon I was seeking Kabbalah, and the evening brings a poem by Rumi, a Sufi Mystic that lived 800 years ago.

I was going to tell you my story
but waves of pain drowned my voice
I tried to utter a word but my thoughts
became fragile and shattered like glass.
Even the largest ship can capsize
in the stormy sea
Let alone my feeble boat
which shattered to pieces
leaving me with nothing but a strip of wood to hold onto.
Small and helpless, rising into heaven
on one wave of love and
falling with the next.
I don't even know if I am
or I am not.
When I think I am, I find myself worthless, when I think I am not, I find my value.
Like my thoughts, I die and rise again each day,
so how can I doubt the resurrection?
Tired of hunting for love in this world,
at last i surrender in the valley of love
and become free.

Mowlana Jalaladdun Rumi

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