Seasons of Peace
Poems from Rumi
| The Hidden | One who does | Late, by myself | Two Friends |
A certain person came to the Friend's door
The Friend answered,
There's no place
for raw meat at this table.
The individual went wandering for a year.
Nothing but the fire of separation
can change hypocrisy and ego.
The person returned
walked up and down
in front of the Friend's house,
Who is it?
Please come in,
there's no place in this house for two.
The doubled end of the thread
is not what goes through
the eye of the needle.
It's a single-pointed,
not a big ego-beast with baggage.
From The Essential Rumi, page 87. Translated by Coleman Barks.
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