Taking a bath with Mr. Rumi

Self Portrait in the NYC bathtub of my good friends,
Sylvia and John Gardner (May 2010)

My good friends Doshin Diana Johnson and Keisei Amelia Furrow reminded me recently of this wonderful poem by the great Sufi poet Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, aka جلال‌الدین محمد رومی. The poem reminds me of this photograph, a self-portrait, that I took way back in 2010 in the tiny and wonderfully intimate bathroom belonging to our good friends Sylvia and John Gardner. The "Story Water" poem and the photograph seem like the perfect way to say Happy New Year, vowing to practice peace in the days ahead. Mr. Rumi would have it no other way. 

STORY WATER

A story is like water 

that you heat for your bath.

It takes messages between the fire 

and your skin. It lets them meet, 

and it cleans you!

Very few can sit down 

in the middle of the fire itself 

like a salamander or Abraham. 

We need intermediaries.

A feeling of fullness comes, 

but usually it takes some bread 

to bring it.

Beauty surrounds us, 

but usually we need to be walking 

in a garden to know it.

The body itself is a screen 

to shield and partially reveal 

to light that's blazing 

inside your presence.

Water, stories, the body, 

all the things we do, are mediums 

that hide and show what's hidden.

Study them, 

and enjoy this being washed 

with a secret we sometimes know, 

and then not.

Translation from Barks, Coleman.The Essential Rumi. San Francisco: HarperCollins, 1994.

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