Red
Red with shyness, the red that became all the rose-garden reds.
The red distance,
red of the stove boiling water,
red of the mountain turning blood red, a mountain holding rubies secretly inside.
Do I love more you or your modesty? |
Rojo
Rojo de vergüenza, el rojo que se volvió los tonos de rojo de todo un jardín de rosas.
La distancia roja,
el rojo de la estufa al hervir agua,
el rojo de la montaña al tornarse rojo sangre, una montaña que secretamente almacena rubíes dentro de si.
¿A quien amo más a tí o a tu modestia? |
2017 Commentary: Oh, the deadness of only seeing the modest veil and not seeing and feeling the underlying redness of the universe.
Comentario: Que triste ver tan solo el velo de la modestia y no percibir y sentir el rojo subyacente del universo. 
“People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances with our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.”
ReplyDelete― Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth
In another poem Rumi said the following:
“No more muffled drums!
Uncover the drumheads!
Plant your flag in an open field!
No more timid peeking around.
Either you see the Beloved,
or you lose your head! ….
Passion
can restore healing power, and prune the weary boughs
to new life. The energy of passion is everything!”
Putting the two poems together either you see the red or, even if you are still walking around, you are dead.