Rumi - A Green Winged Longing
"A Green-Winged Longing" This world of two gardens, and both so beautiful. This world, a street where a funeral is passing. Let us rise together and leave "this world," as water goes bowing down itself to the ocean. From gardens to the gardener, from grieving to wedding feast. We tremble like leaves about to let go. There's no avoiding pain, or feeling exiled, or the taste of dust. But also we have a green-winged longing for the sweetness of the Friend. These forms are evidence of what cannot be... Sign in to see full entry.