Saturday, September 10, 2016

Rumi - Freed from the dominion of self



 Holy men dance and wheel on the
spiritual battlefield.
They dance in their own blood.
When they are freed from the dominion of self,
they clap a hand;
When they transcend their own imperfection,
they make a dance.
From within them musicians strike the
tambourine:
At their ecstasy the sea bursts into foam.
You see nothing, but for them
leaves on branches are clapping hands.
You see not the clapping of the leaves:
One must have spiritual ears,
not the ear of body.
Close the head's ears to jesting and falsehood,
That you may see the resplendent city
of the soul.


 

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