Rumi
BEND, TEND, DISAPPEAR
This is how you change when you go to the orchard where the heart opens:
you become fragrance and the light that burning oil gives off,
long strands of grieving hair, lion and at the same time, gazelle.
You're walking alone without feet, as riverwater does.
The taste of a wine that is bitter and sweet, seen and unseen,
neither wet nor dry, like Jesus reaching to touch.
A new road appears without desirous imagining, inside God's breath,
empty, where you quit saying the name and there's no distance,
no calling dove-coo.
A window, a wild rose at the field's edge,
you'll be me, but don't feel proud or happy.
Bend like the limb of a peach tree
Tend those who need help
Disappear three days with the moon.
Don't pray to be healed, or look for evidence of "some other world".
You are the soul and medicine for what wounds the soul.
This is how you change when you go to the orchard where the heart opens:
you become fragrance and the light that burning oil gives off,
long strands of grieving hair, lion and at the same time, gazelle.
You're walking alone without feet, as riverwater does.
The taste of a wine that is bitter and sweet, seen and unseen,
neither wet nor dry, like Jesus reaching to touch.
A new road appears without desirous imagining, inside God's breath,
empty, where you quit saying the name and there's no distance,
no calling dove-coo.
A window, a wild rose at the field's edge,
you'll be me, but don't feel proud or happy.
Bend like the limb of a peach tree
Tend those who need help
Disappear three days with the moon.
Don't pray to be healed, or look for evidence of "some other world".
You are the soul and medicine for what wounds the soul.