Speak To Me
.
Last night
I dreamt
That I was having dinner
With Rumi
He sat across from me
His voice was as graceful
As a sufi’s dance
He said to me,
“speak to me of love”
I looked at him
Like he was crazy
“I’m the wrong one to ask”, I replied
Adding, that he was the expert
And that perhaps he would
Be so kind
As to give me
A crash course.
He laughed
(the kind of laugh that you’d imagine he’d have)
And then he uttered the words of his
That I have read a hundred times or more
“Your task is not to seek for love,
But merely to seek and find
All the barriers within yourself
That you have built against it”
Somehow hearing him actually say it
Made me shiver in my chair
Last night
I dreamed
That the world
Finally made sense
.
-The Sensual Starfish
Add Rumi to my imaginary, fantasy, dinner party guest list.