Ask the way to the spring

Moving Water by Jalaluddin Rumi

When you do things
from your soul,
you feel a river
moving in you,
a joy.

When actions come
from another section,
the feeling disappears

Don’t let others lead you
They may be blind
or, worse, vultures.

Reach for the rope of God
And what is that?
Putting aside self-will.

Because of willfulness
people sit in jail,
the trapped bird’s wings are tied,
fish sizzle in the skillet.

The anger of police is willfulness.
You’ve seen a magistrate
inflict visible punishment
Now see the invisible.

If you could leave your selfishness,
you would see how
you’ve been torturing your soul

We are born and live inside
black water in a well.
How could we know
what an open field of sunlight is?

Don’t insist on going
where you think you want to go
Ask the way to the spring.
Your living pieces
will form a harmony.

There is a moving palace
that floats in the air
with balconies and
clear water flowing through,
infinity everywhere,
yet contained under a single tent.


Stumbled upon this poem and it really resonated with me, in particular:

Don’t insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.

Hopefully you, too, may find something of value in it.

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