Monday, November 14, 2016

answers from the elements





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A whole afternoon field inside me from one stem of reed.
The messenger comes running toward me, irritated:
Why be so hard to find?
 

Last night I asked the moon about the Moon, my one question for the visible world, Where is God?

The moon says, I am dust stirred up
when he passed by.

 

The sun, My face is pale yellow
from just now seeing him.

 

Water: I slide on my head and face
like a snake, from a spell
, he said.

Fire: His lightning,
I want to be that restless.


Wind, why so light?
I would burn if I had a choice.

Earth, quiet and thoughtful?
Inside me I have a garden
and an underground spring.
This world hurts my head with its answers,
wine filling my hand, not my glass.
 

If I could wake completely, I would say without speaking
Why I’m ashamed of using words.

 

–Rumi



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