Monday, January 14, 2013

The Waterwheel, by Jalaluddin Rumi

Hello Poets,
On the mend from hacking cough and sore bones, likely picked up in East Texas protesting the southern leg of the Keystone XL tar sands pipeline.
Friends, we're at that point between a climate on the edge and one that's over. So, stay together, raise a hue and cry, never look away and never, never forget what's at stake.
Best,
Sam


The Waterwheel

Stay together, friends.
Don’t scatter and sleep.

Our friendship is made
of being awake.

The waterwheel accepts water
and turns and gives it away,
weeping.

That way it stays in the garden,
whereas another roundness rolls
through a dry riverbed looking
for what it thinks it wants.

Stay here, quivering with each moment
like a drop of mercury.


by Jalaluddin Rumi, from The Essential Rumi: New Expanded Edition,
translated from the Persian by Coleman Barks, 2004

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