I SEE THE FACE.....BY RUMI

I see the face
that was my home.

My loving says,
I will let go of
everything for that.

My soul begins to keep rhythm
as if music is playing.

My reason says,
What do you call
this cypress-energy that straightens
what was bent double?

All things change in this presence.
Armenians and Turks no longer know
which is which.

Soul keeps unfolding inward.
The body leaves the body.

A wealth you cannot imagine
flows through you.

Do not consider what strangers say.
Be secluded in your secret heart-house,
that bowl of silence.

Talking,
no matter how humble-seeming,
is really a kind of bragging.

Let silence
be the art you practice.

~ Rumi
(I SEE THE FACE)
Rumi : Bridge to the Soul
by Coleman Barks