OtherThanThat

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I’ve been meditating a lot lately – at least twice a day – and part of my practice has been reading from an array of books and sites focused on mindfulness, meditation and the words of great masters whose voices resonate across time.

My introduction to Rumi came a few years ago through a dear friend. She was one of the most well-read people I know, and expanded my literary diet into Rumi, Mary Oliver, Pablo Neruda and an array of other poets and Buddhist teachers.

This particular poem by Rumi is one that has resonated deeply for me recently and as it appeared just the other day on one of the meditation sites I visit, felt compelled to share.

“I want to see you.
Know your voice.

Recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
“more”

― Rumi