Come to the orchard in Spring

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A Great Wagon

A Great Wagon

When I see your face, the stones start spinning!

You appear; all studying wanders.

I lose my place.

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Water turns pearly.

Fire dies down and doesn’t destroy.

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In your presence I don’t want what I thought

I wanted, those three little hanging lamps.

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Inside your face the ancient manuscripts

Seem like rusty mirrors.

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You breathe; new shapes appear,

and the music of a desire as widespread

as Spring begins to move

like a great wagon.

Drive slowly.

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Some of us walking alongside

are lame!

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Today, like every other day, we wake up empty

and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study

and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

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Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

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When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn’t make any sense.

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The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.

Don’t go back to sleep.

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You must ask for what you really want.

Don’t go back to sleep.

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People are going back and forth across the doorsill

where the two worlds touch.

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The door is round and open.

Don’t go back to sleep.

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I would love to kiss you.

The price of kissing is your life.

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Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,

What a bargain, let’s buy it.

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Daylight, full of small dancing particles

and the one great turning, our souls

are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.

Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

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They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual?

They wonder about Solomon and all his wives.

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In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul

and you are that.

But we have ways within each other

that will never be said by anyone.

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Come to the orchard in Spring.

There is light and wine, and sweethearts

in the pomegranate flowers.

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If you do not come, these do not matter.

If you do come, these do not matter.

- Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī

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