Rumi Jalaluddin

I died as mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal.
I died as animal and I was human.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die human,
To soar with angels blessed above.
And when I sacrifice my angel soul
I shall become what no mind ever conceived

Rumi Jalaluddin, poeta persa del sigo XIII

STRANGENESS

Strange people we are,
sailing this boat of uniqueness.
Isolated in this sea of loneliness.
Stranded in this open space.

People but individuals,
remote to each other,
random bridges appear,
although we travel together.

Despite this strangeness,
together we go on.

Up & down (incertidumbre)

Arriba y abajo.
Dunas del desierto,
suaves y mortales.
Los montes de Irlanda,
verde y oro.
Viento solar,
castigando Mercurio,
lamiendo suavemente los bordes.


La gloria de ser Humano.....
y sus penurias.
Brillo en la victoria;
tenebrosidad, sitios recónditos del alma.
Hiroshima, mon amour.

Luz.
Obscuridad.
Luz y obscuridad.
Vida.
......¿Acaso es la muerte
otro estado en la aventura personal?
¿Otra experiencia, un punto más de la línea?
No. Estación terminal.
Ruptura. Final.


Después de todo,
Alejandro fracasó.

STEP BY STEP

Step by step: the rhythm.
First one pole, and the foot.
And the other; and another step.
Again. And again.

Down and up.
Up. And up again.
Down the stream;
The arrow of time.
And our musical background
The beat, the heartbeat, our drums.
Creating another rhythm.
Hypnotic, indeed.

A sufi, am I?
To soar, far.
Further away.
To Divinity.
And beyond.

SO YOUNG AND ALREADY LOST

Still so young. At least young enough.
And so many mistakes,
so many lost opportunities.

Not only loves,
Neither work.
Something beyond.

So difficult to grasp,
But present, the void is.
All these things and more left behind.

What have I done;
Where have I been, all this time?
Hidden in a little box?

I knew all the way.
You only lament
about what you didn't do.

SECOND WIND

Second wind, unexpected.
When youth seems to be
long time ago,
gone.
Borrowed time.
Drunk with thirst, no limit.

New sails, for this wind.
Praying for it to last.
Better, stronger that the first.
More intense.

A third, would I have?