“To find a pearl dive deep into the
ocean, don’t look in the fountains.”
I find it hard to keep track of notes and thoughts…
some relevant, some not so much.
Some are like hidden gems, nuggets of wisdom,
found on my wanderings, or shared by a friend;
did I put it on a random piece of paper,
phone notes, or laptop notes?
or of conversations I’ve had; was it in an e-mail, or a text exchange,
a whatsapp chat or an instagram message?
I’ve just been looking through my notes
for something I’ve now completely forgotten about,
and found this Rumi poem that’s been translated
into a book by Maryam Mafi & Azima Melita.
I hear a journal is a good place to keep thoughts…
so this is where I’m putting this gem of a poem.
I hope you like it as much as I do…
Hidden Music : Rumi
“With love you cannot bargain
there, the choice is not yours.
Love is a mirror, it reflects
only your essence, if you have the
courage to look in its face.
To the parched lips of those who
are willing to surrender
Love will bring the wine that
changes darkness into vision,
cruelty into compassion and dust
into precious incense.
Love means to reach for the sky
and with every breath to tear a
hundred veils. Love means to step
away from the ego, to open the eyes
of inner vision and not to take this
world so seriously.
Like a thief, reason sneaked in and
sat amongst the lovers
eager to give them advice.
They were unwilling to listen, so
reason kissed their feet
and went on its way.
When you plant a tree
every leaf that grows will tell
you, what you sow will bear fruit.
So if you have any sense my friend,
don’t plant anything but love, you
show your worth by what you seek.
Water flows to those who want
purity. Wash your hands of all
desires and come to the table of love.
If you can’t smell the fragrance
don’t come into the garden of Love.
if you are unwilling to undress
don’t enter into the stream of
Truth. Stay where you are, don’t
come our way.
From the heart of the lovers, blood
flows like a vast river. Our body is
the windmill, and love, the water.
Without water the mill cannot turn.
Can the essence and the scent
Whisper to me intimately, like a
lover for tenderness is rare in this
It is difficult to convey the magic of
love to those who are made of dust.
When you see the face of anger
look behind it and you will see the
face of pride. Bring anger and pride
under your feet, turn them into a
ladder and climb higher. There is
no peace until you become their
master. Let go of anger. It may taste
sweet but it kills. Don’t become it’s
victim, you need humility to climb to
There is a thread from the heart to
the lips where the secret of life is
woven. Words tear the thread
but in silence the secrets speak.
Do you want me to tell you a
secret? The flowers attract the most
beautiful lover with their sweet
smile and scent.
To find a pearl dive deep into the
ocean, don’t look in the fountains.
To find a pearl you must emerge from
the water of life always thirsty.
Do not be flattered by reason,
reason is only the child of the
mind. But true friendship
in born out of love and is the water
My dear heart, never think you are
better than others. Listen to their
sorrows with compassion. If you
want peace, don’t harbour bad
thoughts, do not gossip and
don’t teach what you do not know.
Those who think the heart is only
in the chest take two or three steps
and are content. The rosary, the
prayer rug, and repentance are
paths that they mistake for the
Seek the wisdom that will untie
your knot. Seek the path
that demands your whole being.
Leave that which is not, but
appears to be, seek that which is,
but is not apparent.
You are searching the world for
treasure but the real treasure is
yourself. If you are tempted by
bread, you will find only bread.
What you seek for you become.
Your earthly lover can be very
charming and coquettish but never
very faithful. The true lover is the
one who on your final day
opens a thousand doors.
First, lay down your head,
then one by one let go of all
distractions. Embrace the light and
let it guide you beyond the winds of
desire. There you will find a spring
and nourished by its sweet waters
like a tree you will bear fruit
Why are you so afraid of silence,
silence is the root of everything.
If you spiral into its void
a hundred voices will thunder
messages you long to hear.
You have woken up late,
lost and preplexed
but don’t rush to your books
looking for knowledge.
Pick up a flute instead and
let your heart play.
Do not look back my friend,
no one knows how the world ever
began. Do not fear the future,
nothing lasts forever. If you dwell
on the past or the future you will
miss the moment.”
Hope you enjoyed.
Have a beautiful night.
ps. The picture at the top of the post is of Saltburn-by-the-Sea.