Michael Shepherd

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In The Spirit Of Rumi 32-The Garden

O pilgrim on the path of life,
you have travelled far;
now you have come to rest
and make yourself a home;
and plant a garden there.

You measured out the plot of land,
designed it with your love,
laid precious stones along its paths,
planted trees for shade,
beneath them, marbled seats; and
roses red as heart’s red blood, or
white as purity; scented as all beauty veiled;
among the roses, jasmine, iris, lily, honeysuckle;
and in the evening, night’s pale flowers that yield
all the scented charms of cooling dusk;
and in the centre, a fountain plashing,
ever different, ever the same,
to be the token of your resting soul..

now you build a wall around it,
stone by stone. Two things
I ask of you, O faithful one:

make an arched gate within the wall
that you may not make your neighbour envious;
where you may invite him to join you,
that neighbour who is yourself disguised..

and as you lay each stone
to guard your peace from fox and wolf,
remember - that a paradise with walls
is but a parable, a paradigm,
for that true paradise which knows no walls;
rest there, traveller.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Poem Edited: Sunday, February 20, 2011

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Comments about In The Spirit Of Rumi 32-The Garden by Michael Shepherd

  • Chris Higginson (5/2/2007 10:55:00 AM)

    I hope you are not planning to plant yourself in this garden Michael?
    We need more of these please!

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