Rumi at Bondi Beach
A poem
by
Arjuna Ben-Zion Weiss
Rumi: All day and night music
Arjuna: The sounds of the sea
roar in my ear –
giant waves crash
against the rocks.
Poseidon’s horses’
manes stream in the wind –
where does this music come from?
Rumi: A quiet, bright reed
Arjuna: The reed flute
cut from its river bed
cries for its roots,
and yet our song of suffering
can soon transform into…
the call of the gulls
flying overhead
transform into a love song.
Rumi: If it fades, we fade
Arjuna: The love song
becomes a song of mourning.
Letting go of the past
I feel my pain.
Growing, releasing,
e x p a n d i n g
making new spaces
in my mind.
A new song
is born in my heart.
A song of wholeness
and integration.
A song of peace!
Rumi: All day and night music.
Arjuna: I hear
the harmony of the spheres
in the song of the sea.