Jalaluddin Rumi Poem - Both
Wings Broken
Love draws a dagger and pulls me close.
Lock and key. Bird with both wings
broken.
The love religion is all that's
written here. Who else would say this?
You open me wide open.
Or you tie me
Tighter.
The ball waits on the field.
To be hit again.
You push me into fire
like Abraham.
You pull me out like
Muhammad.
Which do you like better?
you ask.
All the same,
if it's your hand,
troubles or peace.
Friends become enemies,
faithful faithless.
Some knots tighten;
some loosen.
Unruly tangle of caution and
rebellion,
ropes and uncombed hair, no one
can tell.
Then comes the sure attention
of a mother's hand for her hurt child.
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Jalaluddin Rumi Peom - The
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Jalaluddin Rumi Peom - Gone to
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Osho on Jalaluddin Rumi
teachings to his disciples
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