Posted by: ktzefr | March 4, 2016

St. Croix “Blues” and Poetry

St. Croix; Photo:KFawcett

St. Croix; Photo:KFawcett


In the ocean there are many bright strands

and many dark strands like veins that are

seen when a wing is lifted up.  Your hidden

self is blood in those, those veins that are

lute strings that make ocean music, not the

sad edge of surf, but the sound of no shore.

~ Rumi, from Masnavi

Rumi’s Masnavi is composed in filaments and fragments with no satisfying beginning, middle, or end.  Yet it feels complete in the way, perhaps, that a person is whole or a day is whole or an ocean is whole.   Experiment.  Pick up the poem and start reading anywhere.  See how it connects to your own life.



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