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

1207-1273