I want to say words that flame
as i say them, but I keep quiet and don't try
to make both worlds fit in one mouthful.
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I saw you last night in the gathering,
but could not take you openly in my arms,
so I put my lips next to your cheek,
pretending to talk privately.
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Little by little, wean yourself
This is the gist of what I have to say.
From an embryo, whose nourishment comes in the blood,
move to an infant drinking milk,
to a child on solid food,
to a searcher after wisdom,
to a hunter of more invisible game.
Think how it is to have a conversation with an embryo.
You might say, "The world outside is vast and intricate.
There are wheat fields and mountain passes,
and orchards in bloom.
At night there are millions of galaxies, and in sunlight
the beauty of friends dancing at a wedding."
You ask the embryo why it stays cooped up
in the dark with eyes closed.
....................................Listen to the answer.
There is no "other world."
I only know what I've experienced.
You must be hallucinating.
* Some more Rumi for your enjoyment.
**Doesn't the last one remind you of American Foreign Policy ? And of people refusing to grow up.... |
