A Great Wagon Rumi Inspirational Poem Wall Art, I’ll meet you there Minimalist Print Wall Decor


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A minimalist style literary art print featuring a Rumi poem - 'A Great Wagon'. (The full poem is below) This black and white print is designed simply with a classic and timeless typewriter style font. In it the poet is talking about the sacredness and beauty of all life and work.

(BLACK, WHITE or NATURAL WOOD FRAMES ONLY. Please see photo for example.) White & natural wood frames are only available in the USA and can only be requested at the time of purchase. Please choose the black frame option and preferred size and leave a note in the message to seller box at checkout letting us know that you would like the white or natural wood option instead.
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Printed professionally on high quality photographic paper (NOT cheap card stock!) with a lustre finish (beautifully matte with a slight sheen), using archival inks that will last for years.
It arrives carefully wrapped, unmatted and unframed.
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When I see your face, the stones start spinning!
You appear; all studying wanders.
I lose my place.

Water turns pearly.
Fire dies down and doesn’t destroy.

In your presence I don’t want what I thought
I wanted, those three little hanging lamps.

Inside your face the ancient manuscripts
Seem like rusty mirrors.

You breathe; new shapes appear,
and the music of a desire as widespread
as Spring begins to move
like a great wagon.
Drive slowly.
Some of us walking alongside
are lame!

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.

Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual?
They wonder about Solomon and all his wives.

In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul
and you are that.

But we have ways within each other
that will never be said by anyone.

Come to the orchard in Spring.
There is light and wine, and sweethearts
in the pomegranate flowers.

If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.