a collector of dust
: fine powdery material like dry earth or pollen that can be blown about in the air: remains of something that has been destroyed or broken up: debris, junk, rubble, detritus: free microscopic particles of solid material.
Saturday, October 03, 2015
I have a great need of poetry
The Sunrise Ruby
In the early morning hour, just before dawn, lover and beloved wake and take a drink of water.
She asks, "Do you love me or yourself more?
Really, tell the absolute truth."
He says, "There's nothing left of me.
I'm like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world
made of redness? It has no resistance
This how Hallaj said, I am God,
and told the truth!
The ruby and the sunrise are one.
Be courageous and discipline yourself.
Completely become hearing and ear,
and wear this sun-ruby as an earring.
Work. Keep digging your well.
Don't think about getting off from work.
Water is there somewhere.
Submit to a daily practice.
Your loyalty to that
is a ring on the door.
Keep knocking, and the joy inside
will eventually open a window
and look out to see who's there.
Sometimes the words I need to hear come when I look for them. In turmoil these last few weeks, today I found these words of Rumi that are new to me. I think I will be re-reading these a lot.