“Drum” (Rumi)

In this drumbeat moment of red flowers opening

and grapes being crushed, the soul and luminous clarity sit together.

All desire wants is a taste of you, this moment

that is like two small mountain villages

where everyone longs for presence.

We start to step up. A step appears. You say, I am more compassionate than your father and mother. I make medicine out of your pain. From your chimney smoke I shape new constellations.

I tell everything, but I do not say it, because, my friend, it is better that your secret be spoken by you.

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