Sunday, May 9, 2010
Poem - Happy Mother's Day!
Pregnancy_010 by bethykae
Happy Mother's Day to each and every hard working, laughing, loving mother out there. May every day be filled with the recognition and gratitude that mothers deserve! My gift, a Rumi poem (don't be swayed by the title, there is a moving reference to mothers). Also, head over to Seeker's Guidance for a wonderful poem by Baraka Blue, "To Mothers". Enjoy!
Joseph in Prison
Joseph in prison asked a fellow prisoner,
"When you leave here, your affairs will prosper
with the king. Please mention me to him
and try to obtain my release."
One prisoner cannot free another prisoner,
and except for rare cases, every human being
is a prisoner, waiting.
Joseph asked a low, prickly shrub
like camels graze on, for help,
and he was punished for it.
The prisoner forgot Joseph's name completely,
and Joseph spent several more years confined.
In bright sunlight, don't ask a bat for directions.
If you're an ocean storm, don't look to heat-mirages
and sand for assistance. Dont' make a brace
from rotten wood.
God punished Joseph, or seemed to.
Actually He totally absorbed him
in such an intimate joy that
the dungeon disappeared.
There's no more restricted place
than the bloodwalls of the womb,
yet in there God opens a window
into the Presence, and your senses grow.
They blossom out of the body.
The delight is so profound in the womb
that you never want to leave.
You pull towards your mother's spine,
and away from the labia door.
The way of spiritual treasure is inward.
Don't look for it outside in property or wealth.
Setting means nothing. One man sits ecstatically
in a bare stone nook. Another is sad
in a beautiful rose garden.
At the wine-feast the drunkard
is most happy when he passes out.
Look at his smile. Be a ruin.
This body-house is full of imagery
Demolish it. Those fantasy art-works
keep you from union.
But the beauty of the pictures
comes from the radiance of the soul!
That light-filled water produces
the bubbles that obscure its surface.
That which blocks us from seeing
is from a deep vision-source inside.
Let your bats fly into that sun
and lose their batness!
(Mathnawi, VI, 3400-3431)