RUMI - REVISITED

I was in my 30s when I discovered Rumi. How fortunate! He led me into a different realm; of seeing The Divine as lover, friend, soulmate. Though at first his poems seem cryptic, sometimes unfathomable (to me), the decades in between have somewhat changed that. 

I don't profess to know Rumi well, much less claim that I fully understand his writings. I only know that there are certain poems of his that I love, the understanding of which deepens and affects me differently as I age along.

Here's my absolute favourite:

        Let go of your worries

      and be completely clear-hearted,

      like the face of a mirror

      that contains no images.

      If you want a clear mirror,

      behold yourself

      and see the shameless truth,

      which the mirror reflects.

      If metal can be polished

      to a mirror-like finish,

      what polishing might the mirror

      of the heart require?

      Between the mirror and the heart

      is this single difference:

      the heart conceals secrets,

      while the mirror does not.

He sure has a way of touching my heart......