Poetry

 
 
 

QUIETNESS

 
 
RumiQuietness
 
 

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky,
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like somebody suddenly born into colour.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

 

The speechless full moon
comes out now.

 
 

Rumi
1207-1273

 

translated from the Persian by Coleman Barks with John Moyne

 
 
 

3 Responses to Poetry

  1. mickeypamo says:

    Luna,
    Much gratitude for listing 3 of my blogs! . . . . above and beyond the call of duty
    thank you
    m

  2. Luna Arjuna says:

    Thank you for your support in word and loving kindness …
    peace,
    e

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