Two rivers descend from their mountain source
Over the edge, barefoot towards their destinies
One finds open horizons, free flowing courses
The other, hidden beauty, silent testimony
Two rivers race towards the shoreless ocean
Boulders to pebbles, meandering their flow
One becomes a city slicker in slow motion
The other, to an ancient oasis it shall go
If there is one poet that can speak to the heart of spirituality with a timeless relevance and cutting across different persuasions, then Rumi is most certainly the master. Raised on stories of his life by my dad, I have only really begun to make sense of Mevlana Jalalluddin Rumi recently.
His poem below hit such a chord with me, that I named my guitar ‘Rumi’:
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
This poster series are my interpretations of four of my favourite Rumi poems.
I’m drawn to you
Like a salmon
Running upstream
Risking all
To return
From where she began
I yearn for you
Like a sunflower
Turns its face
To follow
A star
Always out of reach
I search for you
Like a droplet
Falling to earth
Becoming stream
Forever swimming
To the sea
[First published on Medium]
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