“How many roads must a man walk down. Before they call him a man?”B.D
How many surprises are hidden in every sentier we took and that our eyes couldn’t reach because we’re so busy focusing on other things. A friend of mine came by and spent the night with me. After three days of her departure, she called asking me to look below the pellow and guess what? I found the Rumi’s Love poems there. Waaa… She’s hidden the present. I appreciate it very much.. The way she did it is a present :).
Open your eyes. Drop all the glasses and filters you see the world through, and see the world………. through an other GLASSES. LOL… I don’t know..
A poem from the hidden treasor:
Oh! Supreme Lover!
Let me leave aside my worries.
The flowers are blooming
with the exultation of your Spirit
I long to escape the prison of my ego
and lose myself
in the mountains and the desert.
These sad and lonely people tire me.
I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love
and feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.
I’m sick of mortal kings.
I long to see your light.
With lamps in hand
the sheikhs and mullahs roam
the dark alleys of these towns
not finding what they seek.
You are the Essence of the Essence,
The intoxication of Love.
I long to sing your praises
but stand mute
with the agony of wishing in my heart.”
Rumi by Deepak Chopra.