transformed by grief

“Zero Circle” a poem by Rumi (13th century Persian mystic)

Be helpless, dumbfounded,
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace to gather us up.
We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty,
If we say we can, we’re lying.
If we see
No, we don’t see it.
That No will behead us
And shut tight our window into spirit.
So let us rather not be sure of anything,
Beside ourselves, and only that, so
Miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in the zero circle, mute,
We shall be saying finally,
With tremendous elegance,
Lead us.
When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
We shall be a mighty kindness.

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