Ink is Not Rouge–Poetry Friday

I got a tetanus shot today and my finger stabbed for a cholesterol screen so my arm and finger hurt making typing more like pecking. So today I have decided to share a wonderful Rumi poem I read the other night.

Book Beauty

Here’s the end of that story about the old woman who wanted
to lure a man with strange

cosmetics. She made a paste of pages from the Qur’an to fill
the deep creases on her face and

neck with. This is not about an old woman, dear reader. It’s
about you, or anyone who tries

to use books to make themselves attractive. There she is,
sticking scripture, thick with

saliva, on her face. Of course, the bits keep falling off.
“The devil,” she yells, and

he appears! “This is a trick I’ve never seen. You don’t need
me. You are yourself a troop

of demons!” So people steal inspired words to get compliments.
Don’t bother. Death comes

and all talking, stolen or not, stops. Pity anyone unfamiliar
with silence when that happens.

Polish your heart with meditation and quietness. Let the inner
life grow generous and handsome

like Joseph. Zuleikha did that and her “old woman’s spring
cold snap” turned to mid-July. Dry

lips wet from within. Ink is not rouge. Let language lie
bygone. Now is where love breathes.

Have a lovely weekend everybody!