“The New Rule” by Rumi

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photo by JB

It’s the old rule that drunks have to argue
and get into fights.
The lover is just as bad. He falls into a hole.
But down in that hole he finds something shining,
worth more than any amount of money or power.

Last night the moon came dropping its clothes in the street.
I took it as a sign to start singing,
falling up into the bowl of the sky.
The bowl breaks. Everywhere is falling everywhere.
Nothing else to do.

Here’s the new rule: break the wineglass,
and fall toward the glassblower’s breath.

trans. Coleman Barks

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One Response to “The New Rule” by Rumi

  1. Jerome Bloom says:

    TEARS
    OF
    LOVE

    CRANES DANCING

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