Ruminations on Rumi
When was I less by dying? Rumi asked,
encouraging us over that dark hump
but, one day, apparently we shall dispense
with all considerations of loss and gain.
At the forked road divest ourselves of preference,
stratagems and ruminations.
No true path or every path taken as true,
the art of pleasing God quietly set aside
to please Him by the art of quietly setting it aside.
Encompassed in our empty arms,
witnessed through our wide-open,
awestruck, love-drenched eyes
the agony, rapture, the dispossession and gain,
the anguish, solace, pleasure and pain,
every distinguishable aspect razed, leveled,
hammered and pressed into hearty, holy unleavened bread.
O child of God, surrender involves a loss
only superficially similar, by faith, to death.