“The Verge of Tears” (Rumi)

You make our souls tasty like rose marmalade. You cause us to fall flat on the ground

like the shadow of a cypress still growing at its tip.

Rainwater through a mountain forest, we run after you in different ways.

We live like the verge of tears inside your eyes. Don’t cry. You trick some people with gold ropes. You tie them up and leave them.

Others you pull near at dawn. You are the one within every attraction. All silence.

You are never alone, never that, but you must be distracted, because look,

you have taken the food you were going to give Jesus

out to the stable and put it down in front of the donkey.

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