Friday, April 13, 2012

Burnt Kabob

I have set up an altar for Rahima in my bedroom. As I breathe, I focus on divine compassion. There is a singing bowl tuned to the heart chakra; a photo of the window at the Abode of the Message that reads,"Enter unhesitatingly Beloved for in this abode there is naught but my longing for Thee;" a caste-iron dragonfly that Rahima exchanged with her best friend; a heart-shaped box; a candle in a lotus flower; and a book of daily readings of the Sufi mystical poet Rumi. I read the following poem this morning and it spoke to me.  ~Andy

Burnt Kabob
by Rumi

Last year, I admired wines.
This year I'm wandering inside the red world.
Last year, I gazed at the fire.
This year I'm burnt kabob.

Thirst drove me down to the water,
where I drank the moon's reflection.
Now I am a lion staring up totally
lost in love with the thing itself.

Don't ask questions about longing.
Look in my face.

Soul drunk, body ruined, these two
sit helpless in a wrecked wagon.
Neither knows how to fix it.
And my heart, I'd say it was more
like a donkey sunk in a mudhole,
struggling and miring deeper.

But listen to me: for one moment,
quit being sad. Hear blessings
dropping their blossoms
around you. God.

(A Year with Rumi: Daily Readings by Coleman Barks)

1 comment:

  1. This is just a "test post" to see whether I have "cracked the code" of how to post on this beautious blog...