Love Dogs

One night a man was crying,

Allah! Allah!

His lips grew sweet with the praising,

until a cynic said,

“So! I have heard you

calling out, but have you ever

gotten any response?”

.

The man had no answer to that.

He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.

.

He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,

in a thick, green foliage.

“Why did you stop praising?”

“Because I’ve never heard anything back.”

“This longing

you express is the return message.”

The grief you cry out from

draws you toward union.

Your pure sadness

that wants help

is the secret cup.

.

Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.

That whining is the connection.

.

There are love dogs

no one knows the names of.

.

Give your life

to be one of them.

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– Rumi in Coleman Barks    The Essential Rumi – reissue: New Expanded Edition

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