Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Sour, Doughy, Raw, and Numb

If we’re not together in the heart,
what’s the point? When body and soul

aren’t dancing, there’s no pleasure
in colorful clothing. Why have

cooking pans when there’s no food in
the house? In this world full of

fresh bread, amber, and musk, so many
different fragrances, what are they

to someone who has no sense of smell?
If you stay away from the fire, you’ll

be sour, doughy, numb, and raw. You
may have lovely, just baked loaves

around you, but those friends cannot
help. You have to feel oven fire.

~A Year With Rumi by Coleman Barks

1 comment:

Jaliya said...

What a *dynamite* poem ... and that photo says everything about spinning out of control into both love and its opposite --> to be "sour, doughy, numb, and raw."

... and that is the *best* midway-at-night photo I have ever seen!


P.S. That "sour, doughy..." experience reminds me of this: