Rumi Moment of the Week: The Grave of This Body


I mean Rumi has some really dope bars right?!

The first time I heard this quote I think I shuddered a little bit. But the poem though, the entire poem is freedom.

It is kind of a given that the TRUTH cannot be contained in words — how could you describe God? Yet I believe Rumi and other mystic poets have found a way to see into Divine space and then translate what has been experienced.

Wake and Walk Out
(or as I like to call it: Get Free)

If I flinched at every grief, I
would be an intelligent idiot. If

I were not the sun, I’d ebb and
flow like sadness. If you were not

my guide, I’d wander lost in Sanai.
If there were no light, I’d keep

opening and closing the door. If
there were no rose garden, where

would the morning breezes go? If
love did not want music and laughter

and poetry, what would I say? If
you were not medicine, I would look

sick and skinny. If there were no
leafy limbs in the air, there would

be no wet roots. If no gifts were
given, I’d grow arrogant and cruel.

If there were no way into God, I
would not have lain in the grave of

this body so long. If there were no
way from left to right, I could not

be swaying with the grasses. If
there were no grace and no kindness,

conversation would be useless, and
nothing we do would matter. Listen

to the new stories that begin every
day. If light were not beginning

again in the east, I would not now
wake and walk out inside this dawn.


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