Rumi (3)

is the one
who’s not concerned
with having more or less
Unbound by name and fame
he is free from sorrow
from the world and
mostly from

When compassion fills my heart,
free from all desire,
I sit quietly like the earth.
My silent cry echoes like thunder
throughout the universe.

With love you don’t bargain
there, the choice is not yours.
Love is a mirror, it reflects
only your essence,
if you have the courage
to look in its face.

Reason, when you speak
I cannot hear the Wise One.
Even if you are as thin as a hair
still there’s no space for you.
In the flaming Sun
all bright lights are put to shame.

Be certain
in the religion of Love
there are no believers or unbelievers
Love embraces all.
Rumi Whispers of the Beloved
Quatrains Translated from Persian by Azima Melita Kolin and Maryam Mafi


Life is a wayside flower

I walk to my work place, on my way I meet beautiful Bougainvillea flowers in full bloom, they smile and greet everyone without worrying about anyone appreciating them! When I read this poem, I loved it so much! So here it is for all of you to enjoy…..



Saw a little wayside flower
growing right there in the street
Finding just enough moisture
to prosper down there at my feet
It seemed like a really fine testament
to all that life truly means
For there’s always beauty to be found
Where and whenever it seems
So here’s to wayside flowers
as the metaphor is clear
For every time you need a smile
some beauty will be near


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