Mystic Ode 473

The drum of the realization of the promise is beating,
we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?
The armies of the day have chased the army of the night,
Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light.
Oh! joy for he who has escaped from this world of perfumes and color!
For beyond these colors and these perfumes, these are other colors in the heart and the soul.
Oh! joy for this soul and this heart who have escaped
the earth of water and clay,
Although this water and this clay contain the hearth of the
philosophical stone.


Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī also known as Mevlânâ/Mawlānā , and more popularly simply as Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian,Sunni Muslim poet, and Sufi mystic. Rumi's influence transcends national borders and ethnic divisions. His poems have been widely translated into many of the world's languages and transposed into various formats.

The fog of the Dream

In the beginning, when you with the flashlight of Hope in your hands make your way through the thick fog to your Dream, you imagine where you want to get to, but because of the fog you can not see how to get there and how many more you need to go. You delirious to the touch and often go astray. Sometimes you are encouraged by the flicker of fireflies, and sometimes frightened by bizarre silhouettes in the dark.