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Salaam, and peace. The following is an amalgamation of two poems by Mawlana Rumi. I’ve made slight amendments in enjoining two separate texts, and also to make certain messages more ubiquitous (and easier to absorb).

Nonetheless, the purity and beauty of his message is ever-present, and the amendments are minuscule in nature. The credit of ability is not diluted, nor sought to be diverged. I am aware of Malwana Rumi holding a significantly greater status than ‘poet and Sufi Mystic’ for certain individuals. With this in mind, I would like to apologise in advance if potential offence is taken due to the variation in wording. Any complaints, and I am more than willing to edit the post.

Apart from that, please, enjoy and gain, God willing, as much as possible.

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We expound our grief, staring at scars we so detest.

The cuts that so bleed.

Yet, a builder looks for the rotten hole where the roof caved in.

A water-carrier picks the empty pot.

A carpenter stops at the house with no door.

Workers rush toward some hint of emptiness, which they then start to fill.

Their hope, though, is for emptiness, so don’t think you must avoid it.

It contains what you need!

Dear soul, if you were not friends with the vast nothing inside, why would you always be casting you net into it, and waiting so patiently?

What the material world values does not shine the same in the truth of the soul.

You have been interested in your shadow.

Look instead directly at the sun.

What can we know by just watching the time-and-space shapes of each other?

Merely a temporal illusion, cascading the noise which drowns the flute,

Someone half awake in the night sees imaginary dangers;

the morning star rises; the horizon grows defined;

dark shadows suddenly become friends in a moving caravan.

Night birds may think daybreak a kind of darkness, because that’s all they know.

It’s a fortunate bird who’s not intrigued with evening, who flies in the sun we call ‘too bright’.

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Read it a few times, there’s much to mull over. Apart from that, until next week, Salaam, peace, and always, be safe.