In the last post I wrote entitled ” Touching the Clothe of The Robe” I did not put the poem by Rumi from which it comes from. Its a very important poem for me last year when I was sick and bedridden and feeling quite terrible I read this poem and doors opened up for me. I learned a lot from it to say the least, and so now I would like to put a copy of this poem here for all you in the hopes that it may at least inspire you at most open a door to the presences for you. Ya Haqq.
AS THE SKY DOES IN WATER
For the grace of the presence, be grateful.
Touch the cloth of the robe,
but do not pull it toward you,
or like an arrow it will leave the bow.
Images. Presence plays with form,
fleeing and hiding as the sky does in water,
now one place, now nowhere.
Imagination cannot contain the absolute.
These poems are elusive
because the presence is.
I love the rose that is not a rose,
but the second I try to speak it, any name
for God becomes so-and-so, and vanishes.
What you thought to draw lifts off the paper,
as what you love slips from your heart.