“Your Turn at Dice” (Rumi)

As the sun sinks below the edge, the senses close.

As the sun is with shadows, as the heart takes form in a body, then rules it, as man is born of woman, so there is a secret inside your loving, a horseman cloaked in a dust cloud

that he himself has raised.

This is not a chess problem

to concentrate on and solve.

Trust, as when it is your turn at dice. Throw the elements here down. Read what has been given to you.

There is a sun warmth inside, nurturing the fruit of your being. Shams is the name of that.

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