“Raw, Well-Cooked, and Burnt” (Rumi)

You ask, Why do you cry with such sweetness all around?

I weep as I make the honey, wearing the shirt of a bee, and I refuse to share this suffering.

I play the sky’s harp. I curl around my treasure like a snake.

You say, What is this I business?

Friend, I have been a long time away from that. What you see here is your own reflection.

I am still raw, and at the same time well-cooked, and burnt to a crisp.

No one can tell if I am laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.

How can I be separated and yet in union?

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