I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.
To the sun, Keep moving.
and the breathing of evening.
and surf on the cliff.
I am also the coral reef they founder on.
Silence, thought, and voice.
a spark off a stone, a flickering in metal.
Rose and nightingale lost in the fragrance.
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift and the falling away.
You who know Jelaluddin,
Say I am you.
To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
I am morning mist,
I am wind in the top of a grove,
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
The musical air coming through a flute,
Both candle and the moth crazy around it.
I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
What is and what is not.
You are the one in all, say who I am.
[Translation by Coleman Barks.From Rumi: The Big Red Book. The Great Masterpiece Celebrating Mystical Love & Friendship; Odes and Quatrains from “The Shams,” ed. and trans. Coleman Barks (New York: Harper One, 2010), 280].
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