I don’t need
a companion who is
nasty sad and sour
the one who is
like a grave
dark depressing and bitter
a sweetheart is a mirror
a friend a delicious cake
it isn’t worth spending
an hour with anyone else
a companion who is
in love only with the self
has five distinct characters
stone hearted
unsure of every step
lazy and disinterested
keeping a poisonous face
the more this companion waits around
the more bitter everything will get
just like a vinegar
getting more sour with time
enough is said about
sour and bitter faces
a heart filled with desire for
sweetness and tender souls
must not waste itself with unsavory matters
Rumi
"You talked about the first principle again, but I still don't know what it is," I said to Suzuki.
I once, while on duty, broke up a fight between two ladies that looked a great deal like those in the pic (clothes, that is). Their hearts definitely were not seeking sweetness or tenderness at the time. Had they been, would have meant a lot less paperwork for me. A serious cat fight without the Zen factor, you might say.
Before I digress further, nice poem.
Hi there, sweetie. No thing related to the post–Rumi stands on his own Beloved brilliance–just a wave and a loving hello. As I’ve been doing for years.
You’ve been on mind these last few days. Hope all is well.
kind of depressed right now. not much to say. just trying to survive.