First, let me confess. I love it when someone reads to me — out loud. I know that sounds weird, but it’s true. Now that you know that, let me share with you what happened to me. About a week ago, I went to Barnes & Nobles bookstore. I always do the same thing every time I go there: I hit the bookshelves, grab a couple of books, and head for their (in-store) cafe.
This one day, all the tables in the cafe were taken. As I’m standing there — with books and mocha in hand — I hear a guy say to me, “Would you like to sit at my table?” He was — alone — at a table for two. I grinned and said, “Would I! Thank you!”
Now I’m sitting at this guy’s table. We’re not talking; we’re both reading and sipping our drinks.
After about 10 minutes, I glance up to check out what he’s reading. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was reading one my favorites. I asked, “Do you like Rumi?” He smiled and said, “Absolutely.”
Then he asked, “Do you have a favorite poem?” I said, “Moment of Happiness”. “Oh,” he smiled, “I have that right here. May I read it to you?” I did not say yes. He just looked down at the book, and started reading...
A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden's beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon. You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I. The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I. In one form upon this earth, and in another form in a timeless sweet land. -- Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Now, it’s back to totally quiet. We’re not saying a word. After a couple minutes of silence, I slowly stand up, grab my stuff, and walk away. I never said one word. Why? I couldn’t. As Rumi states, it was a moment of happiness.
Life Is Fabulous!