I received the following Rumi poem from a friend –Kansas City poet Bob Savino. It turned out to be the best “Christmas poem” he picked for his friends, and became an inspiration for mine.
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“Bury your secret
in the chamber of your heart
Your unknown desire will
burgeon.
Drop the seeds to the
bowels of the earth,
And the garden
will spring beyond belief.” -Rumi
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Here are my secrets, for the bowels of the earth and of your eyes, drafted on a check envelope, one Christmas in Puerto Rico:
I surrender my secrets to You
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Can I spare my secret? No.
I love Her.
Deep within the core of my atoms,
where subatomic particles
start to become nothing,
a subtle cloud of breath …
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Where the dream of that breath
hesitates to become … some sort of reality …
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There
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All Her lights approach me
like fairies
they salute,
giggle,
bow,
and … float …
A winged spiritual family,
and among them,
hughest than the stars
and the sky
that dreams about them–
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My Beloved.
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There I vanish and She comes to light.
A dance of Death and Life.
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Source of Mine,
wrap me around Your magic,
let Us dance in the Secret
of your whispering, commanding —
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“Heal!”
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You insisted. And I said yes.
90 days times 12
and you came back.
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“You’ve healed,” you confessed,
and I believed you.
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And it was true!
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Then I became Yours for the Glory
of the Love
I cannot see in the flesh
but burns in my Soul.
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That is my Secret.
Dear Lover of the Allness
My surrender, my Nothing
is the pedestal in which You
stand tall.
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And I embrace You,
And I say Yes
to disappearing
one heart-beat-at-a-time
As I approach
my last dwelling with You.
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Still going up the hill of my time here,
but the clock has always ticked backwards.
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And wait!
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Wait ‘till my breath
reaches the end,
don’t leave today!
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Because I expect,
because I KNOW
You will be waiting
where the sunset becomes
Purple.
I’ll finally be able
to say
“I love You,” to the sight
of Your last breath in me.
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I’m Yours, Cosmic Beloved.
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Not because You made me, I believe;
or because I become You
and Your Nothingness
every time I exhale.
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I love You
Just because I can.
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There is no because
beyond my knowing of You.
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Chased me through life
You have.
And I finally said no more races.
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I am Yours in this End/Beginning
that humans call
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Forever.
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And this poem is
incomplete
Without the mystery of
becoming
in the breath,
that becomes atoms,
that becomes Me.
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That is my Secret.
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Or should I say,
THERE
–in that no-place–
lies my Secret.
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There are no words
and It is beyond them.
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I can only live in awe
At what I can’t
verbalize.
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Because I decided to
stop
suffering.
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So now I only
LOVE.
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I hope.
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Perhaps.
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12/25/13
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Dear Samadhi–
I’m thrilled–honored–awed, at your brave, inspiring mystical poem, which blossomed from my little seed of a Rumi quote. It strikes me as signalling a profound turning in your soul’s journey. A beautifully realized evocation of transcending love…
Blessings, Bob
Thank you, Bob. I’m honored that you read the poem and liked it. And yes, I’ve understood my lessons have been about divine love. Thank you for being part of my journey.