You are my sky, and I am the earth, bewildered:
What makes You constantly flow from my heart?
I am soil with parched lips! Bring kindly water
That will transform this soil into rosebud!
How does the earth know what You sowed in its heart?
You have impregnated it, and You know its burden!
Blood must flow, He said, for the rose garden to flower, and the heart that loves me is a wound without shield.
What was whispered to the rose to break it open last night was wishpered to my heart.
You thought that when your house
was burnt down
there would be nothing left but ash.
But look,
moonlight is dancing on white rose.
After despair, may hopes flourish
just as after rain
thousands of roses open.
Surrender to the Almighty -
and be led into life.
Stop learning. Start knowing. The rose opens, and opens, and when it falls, falls outward.
NOTE: Words by Rumi; Pictures by Larra
