The Nothing of Roselight

By: alexanderlewin

Dec 17 2015

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Category: Death, Drawing, Photo, Poetry, Rumi, Sufism

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Camera:Lumia 520

Death comes,
and what we thought we needed loses importance.

The living shiver, focused on a muscular dark hand,
rather than on the glowing cup it holds,
or the toast being proposed.

In that same way, love enters your life,
and the I, the ego,
a corrupt, self-absorbed king, dies during the night.

Let him go. In the dawn
breathe cold new air, the nothing of roselight.

Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
tr.Coleman Barks
from Rumi: The Big Red Book
HarperCollins 2010

rumi

In commemoration of the  742nd anniversary of Rumi’s death, or Wedding Night as it is known.

This night there are no limits to what may be given.
This is not a night but a marriage,
a couple whispering in bed in unison the same words.
Darkness simply lets down a curtain for that.

Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
tr.Coleman Barks
from Rumi: The Big Red Book
HarperCollins 2010

Which reminds me of the beautiful poem by Emily Dickinson, Ample Make This Bed.

Ample make this Bed
Make this Bed with Awe;
In it wait till Judgment break
Excellent and Fair.

Be its Mattress straight
Be its Pillow round;
Let no Sunrise’ yellow noise
Interrupt this Ground.

marriage bed (4)

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