Rumi

And the start of poems which is the gift 'thru" rumi today

One night a man was crying,
                     Allah! Allah!
His lips grew sweet with the praising,

until a cynic said,
                "So! I have heard you
calling out, but have you ever
gotten any response?


The man had no answer to that.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.

He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,
in a thick, green foliage.

       "Why did you stop praising?"
"Because I've never heard anything back."

                        "This longing
you express is the return message."

*The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.

*Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.

-k