Monday, September 30, 2013

I see my beauty in you

I see my beauty in you,
I become a mirror
that cannot close its eyes to your longing.

My eyes wet with yours in the early light.
My mind every moment giving birth,
always conceiving, always in the ninth month,
always the come-point.

How do I stand this?
We become these words we say,
a wailing sound moving out into the air.

These thousands of worlds that rise from nowhere,
how does your face contain them?

I am a fly in your honey, then closer,
a moth caught in the flame's allure,
then empty sky stretched out in homage.

— Rumi

Today is Rumi's birthday, b. September 30, 1207, d. December 17, 1273


  1. "How do I stand this?"

    I can not begin to imagine.


  2. We become these words we say. The importance of choice and kindness.

  3. Hi Ruth! Nice to find your blog today!

    I love the stillness of the water. When we are still, we can reflect much clearer too. I have heard of Rumi before, but this poem is just beautiful.

    Thanks for sharing it today! Nice to meet you too :)

  4. This is so incredibly erotic, Ruth....


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