Vois sur ton chemin…

ImageThis road I walked down with many friends, happy, angry, and ‘drunk’….

“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

By Allah!

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.