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    Selected Rumi Poems

    There is a field

    Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
    and rightdoing there is a field.

    I'll meet you there.

    When the soul lies down in that grass
    the world is too full to talk about ideas, language,
    even the phrase each other
    doesn't make any sense.


    Who makes these changes?


    Who makes these changes?

    I shoot an arrow right,
    It lands left.

    I ride after a deer and find myself
    chased by a hog.

    I plot to get what I want
    and end up in prison.

    I dig pits to trap others
    and fall in.

    I should be suspicious
    of what I want.

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    Ode 314 (could it be 3.14?)

    Those who don't feel this Love
    pulling them like a river,
    those who don't drink dawn
    like a cup of spring water
    or take in sunset like supper,
    those who don't want to change,
    let them sleep.

    This Love is beyond the study of theology,
    that old trickery and hypocrisy.
    I you want to improve your mind that way,
    sleep on.

    I've given up on my brain.
    I've torn the cloth to shreds
    and thrown it away.
    If you're not completely naked,
    wrap your beautiful robe of words
    around you,
    and sleep.

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    This is for Salazius and Andro who always like to talk about something being more cooked or less cooked.

    Chickpea to Cook (translated by Coleman Barks)

    A chickpea leaps almost over the rim of the pot
    where it's being boiled.

    "Why are you doing this to me?"

    The cook knocks him down with the ladle.

    "Don't you try to jump out.
    You think I'm torturing you.
    I'm giving you flavor,
    so you can mix with spices and rice
    and be the lovely vitality of a human being.

    Remember when you drank rain in the garden.
    That was for this."

    Grace first. Sexual pleasure,
    then a boiling new life begins,
    and the Friend has something good to eat.

    Eventually the chickpea
    will say to the cook,
    "Boil me some more.
    Hit me with the skimming spoon.
    I can't do this by myself.

    I'm like an elephant that dreams of gardens
    back in Hindustan and doesn't pay attention
    to his driver. You're my cook, my driver,
    my way into existence. I love your cooking."

    The cook says,
    "I was once like you,
    fresh from the ground. Then I boiled in time,
    and boiled in the body, two fierce boilings.

    My animal soul grew powerful.
    I controlled it with practices,
    and boiled some more, and boiled
    once beyond that,
    and became your teacher."


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    "At times, the universe is pregnant by me,
    at times I give birth to it." - Rumi


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