Saturday, March 21, 2009

Poem by Rumi

When our water here

becomes saturated with pollution

it gets led back to the original water, the ocean.


After a year of receiving starlight,

the water returns, sweeping new robes along.


Where have you been? In the ocean of purity.

Now I am ready for more cleaning work.

If there were no impurity, what would water do?

It shows its glory in how it washes a face,

and in other qualities as well,

the way it grows the grass

and lifts a ship across to another port.


When the river slows with the weight of silt

and corruption, it grows sad and prays,

Lord, what you gave me I gave others.

Is there more? Can you give me more?


Clouds draw the water up to become rain;

the ocean takes the river back into itself.


What this means is

we often need to be refreshed.

[Note: Originally posted in March 2008.]

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