Think of the phoenix coming up out of ashes,
but not flying off.
For a moment we have form.
We can't see.
How can we be conscious and you be conscious
at the same time and separate?
Copper when an alchemist works on it loses its copper qualities.
Seeds in Spring
begin to be trees, no longer seed. Brushwood
put in the fire changes.
The snow-world melts.
You step in my footprint and it's gone.
It's not that I've done anything to deserve
this attention from you.
Predestination and freewill: We can argue them,
but they're only ideas. What's real
is a presence, like Shams.
Coleman Barks version