I want to be Rumi when I grow up.
I want to meet him in that field
beyond wrong-doing and right-doing
and sprout poetry
so non-dual that you
know you’re grown up
and that you’re Rumi now.
He whispers:
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.
I want to be Rumi when I grow up.
When the vow finally breaks through
the veil of coming and going
and we rest in what we are
before poetry
whispers our heart to remember,
to come hither, now.

Me too me too!
Will meet you in that field, Nicole…
I Want To Be Like Christ
I want to be like Christ
when I grow up.
Perfect like
the Son of God.
Who took my place
upon the cross
to save us sinners,
one and all.
Connie
http://7thandvine.wordpress.com/
That is beautiful, Connie!
I love that you say in so few words what would take me several paragraphs to say! As a poet, you know what these words speak to you. As a reader, they speak to me about the everlasting option to become our true perfect selves and once we find that self, we can always start all over again.
Love what you say, Barbara: “the everlasting option to become our true perfect selves”. Thank you so much…
I look forward to meeting you there Kathy!
“beyond wrong-doing and right-doing”
Beautiful!
Thank you, Laurie.
Beautiful.
Me, too…
Thank you, Robin and Barbara and all of us who long to embrace that field.
I just shared some Hafiz for you on your other blog, Kathy! Hugs
And what a joy it is, Nicole! Thank you.
So glad you enjoyed it!