I saw hawks and tiny birds out in the rain yesterday…and then I read another poem by Rumi. I hope my readers are enjoying Rumi month at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai as much as I am! Below, my haiku is followed by an excerpt from the inspirational Rumi poem.
first cold rain of spring
birds soar with forgotten joy
a dreamer awakes
….The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,
but we are older than those cities.
as a mineral. We emerged into plant life
and into animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.
That’s how a young person turns
toward a teacher. That’s how a baby leans
toward the breast, without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,
and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.
©Jalaluddin Rumi, from ‘The dream that must be interpreted’ as translated by Coleman Barks
2 thoughts on “spring rain”
Fabulous! Fabulous! And, yes, I agree, Rumi is Fantastic writer/poet.. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Yes Rumi is amazing!!