“A Transparent Tree” (Rumi)

I have traded my soul for the universe. Don’t speak.

The jeweler who thought he was buying gold

to work with now owns the mine. But commerce metaphors are wrong.

What has happened in me is more profound, like a fish underwater beginning to say words.

A transparent tree grows in the night sky orchard

where I have found a little corner to be in, as when two planets intersect. I have met Shams.

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