A Great Wagon by Rumi When I see your face,
The stones start spinning.
You appear,
All studying wonders.
I lose my place.
Water turns purely.
Fire dies down and doesn't destroy.
In your presence,
I don't want what I thought I wanted.
Those three little hanging lamps.
Inside your face,
The ancient manuscripts seem like rusty mirrors.
You breathe,
New shapes appear,
And the music of a desire as widespread as spring begins to move like a great wagon.
Live slowly.
Some of us walking alongside are lame.
Today,
Like every other day,
We wake up empty and frightened.
Don't open the door to study and begin reading.
Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
The world is too full to talk about.
Ideas,
Language,
Even the phrase,
Each other,
Doesn't make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the door sill,
Where two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.
I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
My loving is running toward my life,
Shouting,
What a bargain,
Let's buy it.
Daylight,
Full of small dancing particles.
And the one great turning,
Our souls are dancing with you,
Without feet,
They dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
They try to say what you are,
Spiritual or sexual.
They wonder about Solomon and all his wives.
In the body of the world,
They say,
There's a soul and you are that.
But we have ways within each other,
That will never be said by anyone.
Come to the orchard in spring.
There's light and wine and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers.
If you do not come,
These do not matter.
If you do come,
These do not matter.
