Jalaluddin Rumi Poems
Though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream, and
that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.
Be helpless, dumbfounded,
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
to gather us up.
The Carnal Soul
Your self (nafs) is the mother of all idols:
the material idol is a snake, but the spiritual idol is a dragon.
'Tis easy to break an idol, very easy;
to regard the self as easy to subdue is folly, folly.
O son, if you would know the form of the self,
read the description of Hell with its seven gates.
From the self at every moment issues an act of deceit;
and in each of those deceits a
hundred Pharaohs and their hosts are drowned.