Monday, September 05, 2005

letting go

If you poked thorns into these streaming eyes,

Or shot cruel arrows at this hair-thin heart,

Or beat me like a drum, and beat again,

I wouldn't let you go, not even then.


#1916: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi

Search word: thorn

This morning, I remain in pain and seeking thorns again. Rumi's verse today raises an interesting question, perhaps the single most important question. What matters so much that no amount of pain would cause you to abandon it? What single dream or vision or value can I not let go of? Is it an abstract entity like Life or Love or Truth or God? Is it a person or a collectivity, like my own self, my family, my community, women or humanity? Does it need to have a name, to be named?

Perhaps not.
 

2 Comments:

At Tuesday, 06 September, 2005, Blogger none said...

"What single dream or vision or value can I not let go of?"
That's an amazing question. I think we don't truly find out until we are pushed to the limit. It's hard to speculate. Dreams, I let go of every day. Visions, I manage to morph them to survive. Values, I am tied to them as I am to myself, but I know that in extreme situations such as torture they would also be flushed down the river.

 
At Tuesday, 06 September, 2005, Blogger Arizona said...

I think we don't truly find out until we are pushed to the limit.

Maybe that's precisely why we are pushed to the limit, whether by our parents, our tribe, our God, or even simply by ourselves.

 

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