Mundo hecho del amor al vacío

Esta maravilla.. dada a luz por el poeta místico llamado cariñosamente Rumi (el nombre.. es mucho más complicado), ha sonado unas campanas dentro de mi el día de hoy... Lo leí en esta página: http://www.armory.com/~thrace/sufi/poems.html

¡Ojalá lo disfruten!

This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness

Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence.

Existence: This place made from our love for that emptiness!

Yet somehow comes emptiness, this existence goes.

Praise to that happening, over and over! For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.

Then one swoop, one swing of the arm, that work is over.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.

The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw blown off into emptiness.

These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning: Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:

Words and what they try to say swept out the window, down the slant of the roof.

PD: mis eternos agradecimientos a Joni, que en paz descanse... una compañera co-discípula de Wayne Austin. Gracias Joni, por haberme "presentado" a Rumi. Ojalá en algún momento, lugar, dimensión, pueda volver a darte un abrazo.