You that give new life to this planet,
you that transcend logic, come.
I am only an arrow.
Fill your bow with me and let fly.
Because of this love for you,
my bowl has fallen from the roof.
Put down a ladder and collect the pieces.
People ask, Which roof is your roof?
I answer, Wherever the soul came from
and wherever it goes back to at night,
my roof is in that direction.
From wherever spring arrives
to heal the ground,
from wherever searching rises
in a human being.
The looking itself is a trace
of what we are looking for.
But we have been more like the man
who sat on his donkey
and asked the donkey where to go.
Be quiet now and wait.
It may be the ocean one,
the one we want so to move into and become,
it may be that one wants us out here
on land a little longer
going our sundry roads to the shore.
From Rumi: Bridge to the Soul:
Journeys into the Music and Silence of the Heart
by Coleman Barks