Tuesday, 5 June 2012

the bowl

Imagine the time the particle you are
returns where it came from!

The family darling comes home.Wine,
without being contained in cups,
is handed round.

A red glint appears in a granite outcrop,
and suddenly the whole cliff turns to ruby.

At dawn I walked along with a monk
on his way to the monastery.
'We do the same work'
I told him. 'We suffer the same'.

He gave me a bowl.
And I saw:
the soul has this shape.
you that teach us and actual sunlight,
help me now,
being in the middle of being partly myself,
and partly outside.

Jelaluddin Rumi

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