Poetry

Everyone is so afraid of death, but the real sufis just laugh: nothing tyrannizes their hearts. What strikes the oyster shell does not damage the pearl.”
                                                                                                      ~~ Rumi 

 

“I died from minerality and became vegetable;  And from vegetativeness I died and became animal, I died from animality and became man.

Then why fear disappearance through death?

Next time I shall die Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels; After that, souring higher than angels -

What you cannot imagine, I shall be that.”

                                                                                                        ~~ Rumi

They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.

Death cannot kill what never dies.

Nor can spirits ever be divided,

 

that love and live in the same divine principle,

 

the root and record of their friendship.
   If absence be not death, neither is theirs.
   Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas;

they live in one another still.
   For they must needs be present, that love and live

in that which is omnipresent.
   In this divine glass they see face to face;

and their converse is free, as well as pure.
   This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are,

in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

 

~~ William Penn, from More Fruits of Solitude

© 2016  Ruby Love