Burnt Kabob

One of my favorite poets is Rumi. He is often considered the most popular poet in the U.S. I was going through a tough time and a coworker handed me the book The Essential Rumi, and said I think you need this more than I do. And it all began.

 

Burnt Kabob

Last year, I admired wines. This,

I’m wandering inside the red world.

 

Last year, I gazed at the fire.

This year I’m burnt kabob.

 

Thirst drove me down to the water

where I drank the moon’s reflection.

 

Now I am a lion staring up totally

lost in love with the thing itself.

 

Don’t ask questions about longing.

Look into my face.

 

Soul drunk, body ruined, these two

sit helpless in a wrecked wagon.

Neither knows how to fix it.

 

And my heart, I’d say it was more

like a donkey sunk in a mudhole,

struggling and miring deeper.

 

But listen to me: for one moment,

quit being sad. Hear blessings

dropping their blossoms

around you. God.

15 thoughts on “Burnt Kabob

  1. I didn’t realize you liked Rumi! We studied him in my Sufism and Mysticism course and I have some of his poetry too. He’s my absolute favorite. Its amazing how similar his mysticism is to Christian mysticism too… whenever I read writings of religious mystics it always feels like they are all speaking the same language… beautiful 😉

  2. I love Rumi, too! His poetry always touches my heart. To me, that is the very definition of amazing writing – touching people’s hearts.

    This week, I’m feeling a little like the donkey sunk in a mudhole. Time to hear blessings again!

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