Rumi Poem: The Song of the Reed - Rumi With A View

Here’s the new rule: break the wineglass, and fall toward the glassblower’s breath. This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart. Still you keep breaking the shell to get the taste of its kernel!

A moth flying into the flames says with its wingfire, Try this. The wick with its knotted neck broken tells you the same. A candle as it diminishes explains, Gathering more and more is not the way. Burn, become light

In other words, this so-called unrequited heartbreak of Aeyla so faraway and unreachable forces us to begin to learn how to court the Divine: the first grand step toward becoming a whole person, a person who can turn loss into grief and grief into a song of life-giving praise. This is the metabolization of grief into beauty.

The art of Roddy’s poems is a trail of breadcrumbs I can follow to be close to his soul and all its raucous contradictions. All the poems, all the songs, all the artworks that I’ve felt adhere to my own soul, perhaps they are the ‘you’ object I have in mind when I sing ‘A Case of You’. The way in which my own soul reaches a fluency. It’s a love son