National Poetry Month: April 17th

One Song by Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)

What is praised is one, so the praise is one too,
many jugs being poured
              .
into a huge basin. All religions, all this singing,
one song.
                           .
The differences are just illusion and vanity. Sunlight
looks slightly different
 .
on this wall than it does on that wall and a lot different
on this other one, but
              .
it is still one light. We have borrowed these clothes, these
time-and-space personalities,
                                  .
from a light, and when we praise, we pour them back in.
              .
Excerpt from The Indian Tree
                           .
Don’t search for one of the names. Move beyond any attachment
to names. Every war
              .
and every conflict between human beings has happened because
of some disagreement about
                      .
names. It’s such an unnecessary foolishness, because just
beyond the arguing there’s a long
                            .
table of companionship, set and waiting for us to sit down.

longtable

This poem was selected by Lesley W. (Head of Adult Services)

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