Thursday, February 9, 2012

Apple will become you to cause the continuity, the great flow

Dear my son,
Very simple it is to understand.

If an apple that is eaten
Remains in you as such, intact,
It won’t mean to say
That you are healthy.

Rather, it would only say
You are sick and unhealthy.

Hence, you are unable
To digest and absorb.

To cause in you the constipation.
The great stagnancy.

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So, dear my son,
No knowledge or message you may get,
From anywhere, from anyone,
Shouldn’t stay in you
In the same form, intact.

It should lose its intactness
For you to remain
In growth and dance.
In the form you are.
In the form life is.

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Naturally, dear my son,
If you are healthy enough,
Anything you take in
Shall be converted to help
Life, in your form, remain.
Changing its color and taste
To that of your own body.

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Hence, dear my son,
Apple will become you.

It will get lost of its form, color and taste
And you will filter it to lose from it
What all you don’t need.

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Dear my son, later on,
You won’t have the smell
Of what you have taken in.
Be it the apple or anything

Unless there is any problem
With your health.

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Dear my son, hence,
There shouldn’t arise
Any talk and sight
About the apple
Once it is really digested.

It will stop you from having many and many
It will stop you stopped in the way.

so, there should remain only you.

Healthy you.

Life in its great flow.

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So, dear my son,
Heed and listen to any one.
Once you hear and understand
It should become yours and you.

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Eat and digest the lessons of
Mohammed or Jesus or Buddha or Krishna
Or of any one like them

But ensure that they and their lessons
Do not remain in you intact
To cause in you the overpowering
With constipation and unhealthiness.

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Life and God is so and such.

It lives and flows on
Giving each one of you
A feel of having
Your own role and responsibility.

To cause the continuity.
The great flow, movement and growth.
Life, God.

1 comment:

rashd said...

O You Who've gone on Pilgrimage

O you who've gone on pilgrimage -
where are you, where, oh where?
Here, here is the Beloved!
Oh come now, come, oh come!
Your friend, he is your neighbor,
he is next to your wall -
You, erring in the desert -
what air of love is this?
If you'd see the Beloved's
form without any form -
You are the house, the master,
You are the Kaaba, you! . . .
Where is a bunch of roses,
if you would be this garden?
Where, one soul's pearly essence
when you're the Sea of God?
That's true - and yet your troubles
may turn to treasures rich -
How sad that you yourself veil
the treasure that is yours!
RUMI