Every time I open one of Rumi's books it doesn't take me long to find something that rings a bell within me. The poem, "The Seed Market," from the book, The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks, is one of those works. Rumi talks about connected awareness in a way that is easily understood.
The Seed Market
Can you find another market like this?
Where,
with your one rose
you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
Where
for one seed
you get a whole wilderness?
For one weak breath,
the divine wind?
You've been fearful
of being absorbed in the ground
or drawn up by the air.
Now, your waterbead lets go
and drops into the ocean,
where it came from.
It no longer has the form it had,
but it's still water.
The essence is the same.
This giving up is not a repenting,
It's a deep honoring of yourself.
When the ocean comes to you as a lover,
marry, at once, quickly,
for God's sake!
Don't postpone it!
Existence has no better gift.
No amount of searching
will find this.
A perfect falcon, for no reason,
has landed on your shoulder,
and becomes yours.
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