Rumi's Gift

You've no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You. 
Nothing seemed right. What's the point of bringing gold 
to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean. Everything I came 
up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It's no good 
giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. 
So- I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and 
remember me.


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moonrat said...

holy, holy, holy

oracle of appetites said...

coffee, coffee, coffee - MOCA, MOCA, MOCA...;)

At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;
Then it landed on earth to look at me.

Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;
That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky.

I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore;
For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul.

The nine spheres disappeared in that moon;
The ship of my existence drowned in that sea.