One of the divine books that I found that I will be keeping is a book of Rumi poems. I'm keeping all my Rumi books, and I'm delighted to have refound them to bring them in the house. I sat down with one for a few minutes because there is nothing more nourishing to me during a breakup than Rumi. And, since I just found out that the betrayal that caused my breakup was even more profound than I had imagined, I was drinking this Rumi in like it was a magic elixir. And it was.
During this breakup I have been having pretty regular messages from my dad who passed away a year and a half ago. I feel like he is holding my hand walking me through healing my heart, preparing me for the biggest, greatest love of my life -- a man who will hold my heart and my love and cherish it. I know my dad is getting him ready to bring to me.
So, this poem I found spoke to me on many levels today - the death of my father and my relationship. If you -- or anyone you know -- is dealing with a death of a person, a relationship...you may want to share this with them. And, isn't it something that it is titled "911"...
Rumi - Translated by Coleman Barks
On the day I die, when I'm being
carried toward the grave, don't weep.
Don't say "He's gone! He's gone!"
Death has nothing to do with going away.
The sun sets and the moon sets,
but they're not gone. Death
is a coming together.
The tomb looks like a prison.
but it's really release
The human seed goes down in the ground
like a bucket into the well where Joseph is.
It grows and comes up full
of some unimagined beauty.
Your mouth closes here
and immediately opens
with a shout of joy there.