What was Said to the Rose by Rumi

Sweet Rose

What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.

What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was whispered the jasmine

so it is what it is, whatever made sugarcane
sweet; whatever was said to the inhabitants

of the town of Chigil in Turkestan that makes
them so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate

flower blush like a human face, that is being
said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence

in language, that’s happening here. The great
warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,

chewing a piece of sugarcane, in love with
the one to whom every that belongs!

Stunt Writing for Personal Growth (SWPG)

Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.Helen Keller

This open online course from Canvas Network is offered by Erin Jourdan, a published writer, and author of the book “Stunt Writing 101”, in which this course is based on.

A stunt is an unusual or difficult feat of daring act requiring a great focus on SWshowing off a specific skill. Stunt Writing for Personal Growth is a process that uses writing as a tool to figure out what issues we have been circling around in our lives, and gain skills in communicating our unique story. The class includes prompts, lectures, readings, and discussions for writers of any age, at any level.

DO One thing every day that scares you. — Eleonor Roosevelt

 

These Spiritual Window-Shoppers by Rumi

These spiritual window-shoppers,
who idly ask, ‘How much is that?’ Oh, I’m just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.

What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.

Where did you go? “Nowhere.”
What did you have to eat? “Nothing much.”

Even if you don’t know what you want,
buy something, to be part of the exchanging flow.

Start a huge, foolish project,
like Noah.

It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you.

Rumi, ‘We Are Three’, Mathnawi VI, 831-845

A Star Without a Name by Rumi

When a baby is taken from the wet nurse,
it easily forgets her
and starts eating solid food.

Seeds feed awhile on ground,
then lift up into the sun.

So you should taste the filtered light
and work your way toward wisdom
with no personal covering.

That’s how you came here, like a star
without a name. Move across the night sky
with those anonymous lights.

Photo from Star in the Night Sky by Steven Kelly

(Mathnawi III, 1284-1288)
“Say I am You” Coleman Barks Maypop, 1994