Where are we? – Rumi -

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Where are we?
- Rumi -


An invisible bird flies over,
but casts a quick shadow.

What is the body? That shadow of a shadow
of your love, that somehow contains
the entire universe.

A man sleeps heavily,
though something blazes in him like the sun,
like a magnificent fringe sewn up under the hem.
He turns under the covers.

Any image is a lie:
A clear red stone tastes sweet.

You kiss a beautiful mouth, and a key
turns in the lock of your fear.

A spoken sentence sharpens to a fine edge.

A mother dove looks for her nest,
asking where, ku? Where, ku?

Where the lion lies down.
Where any man or woman goes to cry.
Where the sick go when they hope to get well.

Where a wind lifts that helps with winnowing.
and, the same moment, send a ship on its way.

Where anyone says Only God is Real.
Ya Hu! Where beyond where.

A bright weaver’s shuttle flashes back and forth,
east-west. Where are we? Ma ku? Maku.

like the sun saying Where are we?

as it weaves with the asking.

(The Reed Flute’s Song by Jalaluddin Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks, The Essential Rumi)