"The Tent", by Jelaluddin Rumi
- susanalabordeblaj
- Sep 17
- 1 min read
Today I opened randomly "The Essential Rumi", and my eyes fell into this poem.
I have been listening to a beautiful piano solo by Johan Sebastian Bach, and put those two together.
In the video/dance improvisation below I read part of the poem.
Grateful for dance, music, poetry, yoga and life.
The Tent
by Rumi
Outside, the freezing desert night,
This other night inside grows warm, kindling.
Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust.
We have a soft garden in here.
The continents blasted,
cities and little towns, everything
become a scorched, blackened ball.
The news we hear is full of grief for that future,
but the real news inside here
is there's no news at all.
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Friend, our closeness is this:
anywhere you put your foot, feel me
in the firmness under you.
How is it with this love,
I see your world and not you?
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Listen to presences inside poems,
Let them take you where they will.
Follow those private hints,
and never leave the premises.
You are most welcome dear Nargess, I've had that book for so many years, and it's the first time (that I remember) that I read this poem. Thank you so much for being you, visiting my blog and for your comment. Love love love 💜
Thank you for this, Susana🫶