viernes, 10 de diciembre de 2010

Por la madrugada...

Por la madrugada buscaba respuesta a mi(s) pregunta(s).

Y en eso Rumi llegó -suavísimo- a mi mano:


The Seed Market (Rumi) 

Can you find another market like this? 

Where, 
with your one rose 
you can buy hundreds of rose gardens? 

Where, 
for one seed 
you get a whole wilderness? 

For one weak breath, 
the divine wind? 

You've been fearful 
of being absorbed in the ground, 
or drawn up by the air. 

Now, your waterbead lets go 
and drops into the ocean, 
where it came from. 

It no longer has the form it had, 
but it's still water. 
The essence is the same. 

This giving up is not a repenting. 
It's a deep honoring of yourself. 

When the ocean comes to you as a lover, 
marry, at once, quickly, 
for God's sake! 

Don't postpone it! 
Existence has no better gift. 

No amount of searching 
will find this. 

A perfect falcon, for no reason, 
has landed on your shoulder, 
and become yours.