Living On Purpose

When a Man and a Woman Become One

I darkened my eyes
with the dust of sadness
until each of them was a sea full of pearls.

All the tears which we creatures shed for him
are not tears as many think but pearls…

I am complaining about the Soul of the soul,
but I’m no complainer; I’m simply saying how it is.

My heart tells me it is distressed with Him,
but I can only laugh at such pretended injuries.

Be fair, You who are the Glory of the just.
You, Soul, free of “we” and “I.”
subtle spirit within each man and woman.

When a man and a woman become one,
that “one” is You.
And when that one is obliterated, there You are.

Where is this “we” and this “I”?
By the side of the Beloved.
You made this “we” and this “I”
in order that you might play
this game of courtship with Yourself,
that all “you’s” and “I’s” might become one soul
and finally drown in the Beloved.

All this is true. Come!
You who are the Creative Word: Be.
You, so far beyond description.

Is it possible for the bodily eye to see You?
Can thought comprehend Your laughter or grief?
Tell me now, can it possibly see You at all?
Such a heart has only borrowed things to live with.

The garden of love is green without limit
and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy.
Love is beyond either condition:
without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Rumi

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