Moving Water by Rumi

I have been feeling disconnected from my spirit lately. I don't want to be lying to myself, hoping for the impossible. I also don't want to be unable to move forward because of the past. Most importantly, I want to be healthy, make healthy choices, and live a healthy life. Sometimes, I can easily lose track.

Some one told me about a poem by Rumi the other day. It brought up my love affair with him that started back in high school. This is one of my favorite poems by the famous poet, and I think that you can easily see why, once you read it. It's soul cleansing.

Moving Water

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.

This is just another reminder that I cannot do this-- living this life-- alone. I cannot use my self-will and think that life will go smoothly. I have to let it go,and give it to God. 

Hope all of you are one with your soul, fitting together with the language of the world. I always have to remember: Maktub....It is written. 

 <3 Amelia

A little bit about Rumi:
"Jelaluddin Rumi, the 13th century mystic poet, was truly one of the most passionate and profound poets in history.  Now, today his presence still remains strong, due in part to how his words seem to drip of the divine, and startle a profound rememberance that links all back to the Soul-Essence.  Born in what is present day Afghanistan in 1207, he produced his master work the Masnawi which consists of over 60,000 poems before he died in 1273.  The best way to fully say in words his impact, is that he has the ability to describe the Indescribable, Ineffable-- God"