September 14th, 2006

trickster

Playful Troublemaker

I just recently received this book back from a friend of mine: Hush. Don't Say Anything to God: Passionate Poems of Rumi. I was looking at some of the poems that I'd marked before as speaking to me especially well. The second one marked is the genesis of this entry.

It reflects why I can be so playful and so much of a troublemaker at times:
We are all powerless by Love's game.
How can you expect us
  to behave and act modest?
How can you expect us
  to stay at home, like good little boys?
How can you expect us
  to enjoy being chained like mad men?
Oh, my Beloved, you will find us every night,
  on your street,
  with our eyes glued to your window,
  waiting for a glimpse of your radiant face.