“The Value of This Moment” (Rumi)

Morning wind and the feel of your face close. A fragrance from China

through western Turkestan to here. Is there word of Shams?

I am dressed with friendship. Your voice says in my chest

the value of this moment: Partridge cry

on the mountainside, a human eye, what people say in praise of sunlight and the night sky, of Joseph’s face and Jesus’ healing breath, a walking cypress shadow, a field in spring, firelight.

Shams is all these, and a guide, the hand that never pulls away.

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