The Sarabite: Towards an Aesthetic Christianity

There is a continuous attraction, beginning with God, going to the world, and ending at last with God, an attraction which returns to the same place where it began as though in a kind of circle. -Marsilio Ficino

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Thank You

O you who've gone on pilgrimage -
where are you, where, oh where?
Here, here is the Beloved!
Oh come now, come, oh come!
Your friend, he is your neighbor,
he is next to your wall -
You, erring in the desert -
what air of love is this?
If you'd see the Beloved's
form without any form -
You are the house, the master,
You are the Kaaba, you! . . .
Where is a bunch of roses,
if you would be this garden?
Where, one soul's pearly essence
when you're the Sea of God?

That's true - and yet your troubles
may turn to treasures rich -
How sad that you yourself veil
the treasure that is yours!

-Mawlānā Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī


At 8:24 PM, Blogger Pseudo-Iamblichus said...

Okay, Muse, this isn't exactly what you might have had in mind, but it's a pretty poem.

You are the Kaaba. Darn Muslims! Nice mental image, though.

At 12:48 PM, Blogger AG said...

Ah, just like the Commodores sing:

"She's a brick....hoooouse!"

The poem is really lovely, and men prostrating themselves in front of women is a nice image indeed.


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