My Response To Rumi

"If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill." Jalaluddin Rumi Why, life is such, made of tricks and twisted ways Life is such, made of sunny warmth and rainy days Life is such A blotch on our minds A mystery Waiting for the one to demystify it A puzzle Waiting for the one who would solve it! However much ignorant am I of life and its ways I can, though, fully ascertain That life is meant not to be lived as if it were a ride A ride down the river of sooth A ride down there where love and peace thrives Pray Life is meant to be a torment Life is meant to hassle us Life is a disease and should we Want to be freed from its poisonous grip Why, we should only follow its course Indulge in it Allow ourselves to be touched To fall ill To fall even more ill So that, when faced with our insurmountable misery Life shall itself open up And allow us to be healed! Yes, Life shall itself open up its gates of wonder And allow us to walk through them to the other worlds Those worlds said to be made of eternal bliss!