Two Worlds, One Reality
-for Osama Bin Laden
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.
Today is a holiday
Full of trinkets
Some will be treasured
But most forgotten
As life passes by
O you who’ve gone on pilgrimage
where are you, where, oh where?
Hindu Kush mountains
Kush means either killer or throne
Assassin king some call you
With derision and with pride
Poor copies out of heaven’s originals,
Pale earthly pictures mouldering to decay,
We are sacks of stones
Waiting to be thrown
Or meant to adorn
Some peaceful garden’s fountain
There are thousands of wines
that can take over our minds.
Don’t think all ecstasies
are the same!
Many drink from poison cups
Old Gautama said:
If on the hand there is no wound,
one may carry even poison in it.
Poison does not affect one
who is free from wounds.
Who of us is left unwounded
by the burn of the sun
and the cold of the night?
say this, “Anything that comes and goes,
rises and sets, is not what I love.”
else you’ll be like a caravan fire left
to flare itself out alone beside the road.
One is not advanced
Nor is another lagging behind
Walking on this road
Where is the shelter of a few trees
Under which to rest?
What has the fine pearl to do with the world of dust?
we are the pearls from the bosom of the sea,
it is there that we dwell
The pearl does not drown
Nor is it’s light seen
through the depths
Talking is pain. Lie down and rest,
now that you’ve found a friend to be with.
This poem is only my trinket
Given to the wind
I do not know Reality
Who can be sure?
Not you and not me.
But it is also said
Rub thine eyes, and behold the image of the heart.
Rumi quotations are in italics