This we have now
is not imagination.
This is not grief or joy.
Not a judging state, or an elation, or sadness.
Those come and go.
This is the presence
It’s dawn, Husam, here in the splendor of coral,
inside the Friend, the simple truth of what Hallaj said.
What else could human beings want?
When grapes turn to wine
When the nightsky pours by, it’s really a crowd of beggars,
and they all want some of this!
that we are now
created the body, cell by cell,
like bees building a honeycomb.
The human body and the universe grew from this,
not this from the universe and the human body.”
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī
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