Illuminated Rumi

I stumbled upon this poem by Jelaluddin Rumi, the mystic poet born in Afghanistan in 1207 and spent most of his life in Konya, Turkey. His passionate and playful poems make me cry, laugh and certainly ponder… Here's a great one.

"One went to the door of the Beloved and knocked. A voice asked, 'Who is there?'He answered, 'It is I.'
The voice said, 'There is no room for Me and Thee.'The door was shut.
After a year of solitude and deprivation he returned and knocked.A voice from within asked, 'Who is there?'The man said, 'It is Thee.'The door was opened for him."

Such selflessness.

I had been knocking and knocking. Until my knuckles are sore and painful.
Will the voice from within be as patient as the Rumi’s? I just have to keep trying. And perhaps I should start knocking from within instead, would the door be open for me. Meanwhile, I shall go find this book.