Rumi Moment of the Week – The Joy of Existence

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Rumi and I (cuz we’re a team in case you didn’t know) like to use dance as a metaphor for That which is Greatest. The quote says it all, but the poem really puts our illusions and distractions in their place:

 

We Three

My love wanders the rooms, melodious,

flute notes, plucked wires,

full of a wine the Magi drank

on the way to Bethlehem.

 

We are three. The moon comes

from its quiet corner, puts a pitcher of water

down in the center. The circle

of surface flames.

 

One of us kneels to kiss the threshold.

 

One drinks, with wine-flames playing over his face.

 

One watches the gathering,

and says to any cold onlookers,

This dance is the joy of existence.

 

I am filled with you.

Skin, blood, bone, brain and soul.

There’s no room for lack of trust, or trust.

Nothing in this existence but that existence.

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