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a single sip tied with gold ropes

You make our souls tasty like rose marmalade.
You cause us to fall flat on the ground
like the shadow of a cypress still growing at its tip.

Rainwater through a mountain forest,
we run after You in different ways.

We live on the verge of tears inside Your eyes.
Don't cry!

You trick some people with gold ropes, tie them up and leave them.
Others You pull near at dawn.

You are the One within every attraction.
All silence.

You are not alone,
never that,
but You must be distracted:

Because, look!
You've taken the food
You were going to give the Eternal
out to the stable
and put it down in front of the donkey!

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Love is alive
and anyone borne along by it is more alive than lions roaring
or men in their fierce courages.

Bandits ambush others on the road.
They capture wealth, but they stay in the same place.
Lovers keep moving, never the same even for a second ...
They enjoy what makes others grieve!

When they look angry, don't believe their faces.
It's spring lightning, a joke before the rain.

They chew thorns thoughtfully along with pasture grsss.
Gazelle and lioness, having dinner.

Love is invisible except here inside us.
Sometime I praise love, sometimes love praises me.

Love,
a little shell somewhere on the ocean floor,
opens its mouth.

You:
I:
We:
---those imaginary beings --- enter that shell like a sip of seawater.

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:J.A.L. Rumi, "Mathnawi", 1270 [excerpts]

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