Do you remember how you came into existence?
You may not remember
because you arrived a little drunk.
Let me give you a hint:
Let go off your mind and then be mindful.
Close your ears and listen!
It is difficult to speak to your unripeness.
You may still be in your springtime,
unaware that autumn exists.
This world is a tree to which we cling—-
we, the half-ripe fruit upon it.
The immature fruit clings tightly to the branch
because, not yet ripe, it’s unfit for the palace.
When fruits become ripe, sweet, and juicy,
then, biting their lips,
they loosen their hold.
When the mouth has been sweetened by felicity,
the kingdom of the world loses it’s appeal.
To be tightly attached to the world is immaturity.
Some deep stuff in that poem. Experiencing it is a bit different tho. I wish you the best in your journey.
Lovely, and, ah, if we only followed Rumi’s advice, how the heart would burst with love
Ya Haqq!