POETRY: Rumi - mysticism

Seek the wisdom that will untie your knowledge
See the path that demands your whole being.
Leave that which is not, but appears to be
Seek that which is, but is not apparent.

Inside this great mystery
that is we don't own
anything. What is this
competition we feel then,
if we all exit one at a time
through the same gate?

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all! 
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, 
who violently sweep your house 
empty of its furniture, 
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be cleaning you out 
For some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent 
as a guide from the beyond.

 

It is your turn now,

you waited, you were patient.
The time has come,
for us to polish you.
We will transform your inner pearl
into a house of fire.
You're a gold mine.
Did you know that,
hidden in the dirt of the earth?
It is your turn now,
to be placed in fire.
Let us cremate your impurities.