National Poetry Month: April 6th

April 6, 2014

A Moment of Happiness by Rumi

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the veranda,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden’s beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

love balcony

This poem was selected by Lesley W. (Head of Adult Services)

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National Poetry Month: April 28th

April 28, 2013

The novice who had some gold by Farid Attar (translated Afkham Darbandi and Dick Davis)

A novice hid a little store of gold.
His sheikh knew this, although he’d not been told.
There was a journey that they had to make —
The two set out, the young man and his sheikh;
Then night came to the valley where they walked,
And into two the path they followed forked.
The novice trembled for his hidden gold
(Which makes its owners rather less than bold);
“Which way do you advise?” he asked his sheikh.
“There are two paths; which is the best to take?”
The sheikh said: “Throw out what you cannot hide,
Then either way will do — as you decide.”


National Poetry Month: April 11th

April 11, 2012

The Guest House by Rumi

This being human, is the guest house.
Every morning a new arrival!
                                                                                                                                                 .
A joy, a lament, a slight.
A momentary awareness that comes
in as an unexpected visitor.
                                                                                                                                                                 .
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are as a bunch of sorrows,
who sweep your house
empty of its furniture.
Treat each guest honorably.
They may be cleaning your house for some new beginning.
                                                                                                                                               .
The dark thought, a shame, a malice.
Meet them a the door laughing and invite them in.
                                                                                                                                   .
Be grateful for whatever comes!
Because each one has been
sent to the guest house
as a mentor.

This poem was selected by Don W. (Maintenance)

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