Saturday, February 02, 2008

Brigid in Cyberspace

Deborah Oak put out the call; Reya Mellicker started the trad: poetry 'round the Pagan 'net for Imbolc.

Two from Mawlana, Rumi:

I.

Come, come, whoever you are!
This caravan is not of despair.

Even though you have broken your vows
perhaps ten thousand times.

Come again, come!
This caravan has no despair.
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving,
Come.

II.

Keep walking, though there is no place to get to.
Don't try to see through
the distances.
That's not for
human beings.

Move within.
But don't move the way fear
makes you move.

Today, like every other day,
we wake up empty
and frightened.
Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading.
Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

4 comments:

Scrivener said...

Except now I can't read this without hearing the Burns Sisters in my head. :)

Hecate said...

Those are my two very favorite Rumi poems! Thank you!

Inanna said...

Hecate, isn't it great how that old Sufi has so much to say to modern leftist, feminist, Goddess-worshiping Witches?

Yeah, Scriv, I knew the song before I knew the poem. Such a haunting melody. We sang it in Turkey, and I sang it to Lugh a lot in the months before he died.

deborah oak said...

Thank you, Inanna! The first Rumi I have found on this web of poetry we have spun. Thank you!!!!!