(Rumi laments the loss of his spiritual teacher, Shams)
"Come near, you so like me.
My love feels held in,
until you ask, Do you hurt?
As I feel love rise, I fight with it.
You say, Bravo. The general takes command.
Last night this body was a stringed instrument
playing love songs.
There is a kind of accounting
going on with you and me.
But all I want from this exchange
is your peace. I fly inside mystery.
You say, Try to keep up, my lame friend.
There is a grapevine hanging here.
Should I climb it?
When you stay away, I'm miserable.
What would I be if you wanted
to be with me all the time?
Grief and unexpected joy live in a doorway
where there is no time or distance.
Aging changes to childhood.
My face is new again.
You say, My confused and silent friend."
Jelaluddin Rumi: The Essential Rumi, transl by Coleman Barks, p307
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