Self...

Rumi - The Universe



What if someone said to an embryo in the womb,

Outside of your world of black nothing

is a miraculously ordered universe;

a vast Earth covered with tasty food;

mountains, oceans and plains,

fragrant orchards and fields full of crops;

a luminous sky beyond your reach,

with a sun, moonbeams, and uncountable stars;

and there are winds from south, north and west,

and gardens replete with sweet flowers

like a banquet at a wedding feast.



The wonders of this world are beyond description.

What are you doing living in a dark prison,

Drinking blood through that narrow tube.

But the womb-world is all an embryo knows

And it would not be particularly impressed

By such amazing tales, saying dismissively:

You're crazy. That is all a deluded fantasy.



One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.

You'll say, I can't believe I was so asleep!

How did I ever forget the truth?

How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness

Are anything other than bad dreams.