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Sunday, July 23, 2006

Don't go back to Sleep


It is 1:00am on a Sunday.

A time when sleep takes wings and roams the sky like a bird that seeks a place to rest, yet searches for the right nest in a hundred trees and decides to spend the time flying from one branch to another, resting awhile and continuing the journey till clear skies beckon the start of another day.

This is the right time to post a verse on Sleep by the renowned Persian poet Jalaluddin Rumi.

Sleep

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.
~ Read the entire poem

Another beautiful verse from Rumi's Spring Giddiness.

I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.

Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let's buy it.

Read poetry on InspirationPeak. Feel the beauty of Rumi's poetry.


posted by Chirayu @ 1:11:00 AM