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We are the mirror
as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste
this minute
of Eternity.
We are pain
and what cures pain.
We are the sweet cold water
and the jar
that pours.
I am
dust particles in sunlight.
I am
the round sun.
To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.
I am
morning mist
and the breathing of the evening.
I am
wind on the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am
also the coral reef they founder on.
I am
a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence,
thought,
and voice.
The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark off a stone, a flickering in metal.
Both candle and the moth
crazy about it.
Rose and the nightingale,
lost in the fragrance.
I am
all orders of being,
the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence,
the lift and the falling away.
What is and what isn't. You
who know Jelaluddin, you
the One in all,
say who
I am.
Say I am you.
Roar!
You that come to birth
and bring the mysteries.
Your voice-thunder
makes us very happy.
Roar,
lion of the heart,
and tear me open.
How will you know
the difficulties of being human
if you're always
flying off to blue perfection?
Where
will you plant your
grief-seeds?
We need
ground
to scrape and hoe,
not the sky
of unspecified desire.
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