Rumi Wrote:
“I’m crying,
my tears tell me that much.”
Is that so?
Am I so
…..confused
…so disillusioned
that my tears crept up on me
without my knowing
am I so
…..lost in despair
…so deserted by my SELF
that this self was caught...surprised
by the sound of that SELF’s lies
Am I?
“I’m crying,
my tears tell me that much.”
I sat
Underneath an old, oak tree
On the bank of the river pain
Tear-stained blood flowing
From the core of my being
I wasn’t seeing
Life pass before me
Waterless streams ran
…trembles over-whelmed me
underneath an old, oak tree
I sat
“I’m crying,
my tears tell me that much.”
Rumi Wrote.
“I’m crying,
my tears tell me that much.”
Is that so?
Am I so
…..confused
…so disillusioned
that my tears crept up on me
without my knowing
am I so
…..lost in despair
…so deserted by my SELF
that this self was caught...surprised
by the sound of that SELF’s lies
Am I?
“I’m crying,
my tears tell me that much.”
I sat
Underneath an old, oak tree
On the bank of the river pain
Tear-stained blood flowing
From the core of my being
I wasn’t seeing
Life pass before me
Waterless streams ran
…trembles over-whelmed me
underneath an old, oak tree
I sat
“I’m crying,
my tears tell me that much.”
Rumi Wrote.