That Moment

 

 

"That Moment

That moment you are drunk on yourself
You are withered, withered like autumn leaves.
That moment you leap free of yourself
Winter to you appears in the dazzling robes of spring.
All disquiet springs from the search for quiet;
Look for disquiet and you will come suddenly upon a field of quiet.
All illnesses spring from the scavenging for delicacies;
Renounce delicacies, and poison its...elf will seem delicious to you.
All disappointments spring from your hunting for satisfactions;
If only you could stop, all imaginable joys
Would be rolled like pearls to your feet."
- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi
(Translated by Andrew Harvey)