Statue in the Garden

Oh, dread! I'm turning to stone.
Frozen in place from the outside in,
but passion still burns in my heart
Cold stone on the outside, molten hot at the core...

You can see the expression on my face
Is one of distress, longing and hope.
My outstretched arm reaches up and out...
My begging hand revealed.
My humble heart not asking for much...
My feet frozen one in front of the other,
Ready, always ready to take the next step and move on.

But here I stand forever still with the birds perching around me,
In the center of the garden, ever looking up and reaching toward the morning sun...
A stone figure to all eyes that see, a warm resting place for the heart
If the heart is troubled by wrongful heat,
rest it here and move on before you turn to stone too.

Cold stone on the outside but still hot lava at the core...
Frozen from the outside in, this is the curse.
Other statues are dead inside, other lava flows and bubbles,
I am stone but oh how the passion still burns in my heart,
Hot as lava my heart burns, but no one will know,
For I am frozen from the outside in and cannot tell.
For anyone with eyes and ears, I am just a statue.
Just a curious decoration in the garden, reaching toward the morning sun.

Thematic Rumi Poetry...

You are in love with me, I shall make you perplexed.

Do not build much, for I intend to have you in ruins.
If you build two hundred houses in a manner that the bees do;
I shall make you as homeless as a fly.
If you are the mount Qaf in stability.
I shall make you whirl like a millstone.

-RUMI

I was in love, now I am perplexed... whirling for sure...

I could have written this one... my heart agrees:

I said I shall tell the tale of my heart as best as I can;
Caught in the storm of my tears, with a bleeding heart, I failed to do that!
I tried to relate to event in broken, muted words;
The cup of my thoughts was so fragile, that I fell into pieces like shattered glass.
Many ships were wrecked in this storm;
What is my little helpless boat in comparison?
The waves destroyed my ship, neither good remained nor bad;
Free from myself, I tied my body to a raft.
Now, I am neither up nor down-no this is not a fair description;
I am up on a wave one instant, and down under another the next.
I am not aware of my existence, I know only this:
When I am, I am not, and when I am not, I am!
(Divan 1419:1-6)


I relate to this one experiencially:

Like a thief reason sneaked in and sat amongst the lovers eager to give them advice.
They were unwilling to listen, so reason kissed their feet and went on its way.


One Last one: Here's my plan...

Seek the wisdom that will untie your know
see the path that demands your whole being.
Leave that which is not, but appears to be
seek that which is, but is not apparent.


What I had was not but appeared to be... now I have to turn my heart around.
My broken, misguided heart... I will be more apt to listen to reason from here out.