Happy Beginning!

Every time you start a day ahead, or a call to a beloved, or a sentence to say your thoughts or emotions, or even prayers, you plant a seed, which will grow, fast or slow, to let other people know, what you truly want, from you, them, and the world, how you truly look like, from inside and out, and when you truly want a change, from the life and beyond.

Beginnings are sacred, for the power they carry, to change our way of living, thinking and feeling; either small or big, changes are eventually the things we can see, pursue, and be proud of. A change of a habit, or way of saying we are charmed, or suffered, can be a single thing you invest your passion and emotional energy into, for a year or so.

Writing a personal blog was a change I was looking for a long time and as a gift, it came to me, from the love of my life. Cheers to him, and to my readers, and to the beginning of this journey. I would like to celebrate this beginning with a poem from my favorite man in history, Mowlana Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Balkhi-Rumi:

Show your face, for the orchard and rosegarden are my desire;
open your lips, for abundant sugar is my desire.

Sun of beauty, come forth one moment out of the cloud, for
that glittering, glowing countenance is my desire.

You said capriciously, “Trouble me no more; be gone!” That
saying of yours, “Trouble me no more,” is my desire.
And your repulse, “Be gone, the king is not at home,” and
those mighty airs and brusqueness of the doorkeeper, are my desire.

This bread and water of heavens wheel are like a treacherous
torrent; I am a fish, a leviathan, Oman* is my desire.

By God, without you the city is a prison for me; I wander
abroad, mountain and desert are my desire.

I am aweary of these tearful people so full of complaining;
that ranting and roaring of the drunkards is my desire.

Last night the shaikh went all about the city, lamp in hand,
crying, “I am weary of beast and devil, a man is my desire.”
They said, “He is not to be found, we too have searched.” He
answered, “He who is not to be found is my desire.”

My state has gone beyond every desire and yearning; from
mine and place to the elements is my desire.

My ear heard the tale of faith and became drunk; where is the
portion of sight? The form of faith is my desire.

In one hand the winecup, in the other the Beloved’s curl—to
dance so in the midst of the arena is my desire.”

* Oman, the southern part of the Persian Gulf, symbolizes the
Divine Ocean.

Modified from the translation by A.J. Arberry
Mystical Poems of Rumi, 1
University of Chicago Press, March 1974

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