Friday, September 2, 2011

At The Twilight

Hello, Happy Friday my friends :) The poems of Rumi speak with such depth of spirituality and beauty, I hope you feel that too.
Thanks for visiting,
Janet :)


At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;
Then it landed on earth to look at me
Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;
That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky
I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore;
For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul
The nine spheres disappeared in that moon;
The ship of my existence drowned in that sea

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