Sunday, 27 May 2012

When I see your Rumi

When I see your face, 
the stones start spinning.

You appear. 
All studying wanders.
I lose my place.

Water turns pearly.
Fire dies down and does not consume.

In your presence I do not want
what I thought I wanted,
those three little hanging lamps.

Inside your face the ancient manuscripts
seem like rusty mirrors.
You breathe, and new shapes appear.

The music of a desire as widespread as spring
begins to move like a great wagon.

Drive slowly.
Some of us walking alongside are lame.

~ Rumi
A Year with Rumi
Daily Readings
By Coleman Barks

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