Be Melting Snow by Rumi Totally conscious and a purpose of nothing,
You come to see me.
Is someone here?
I ask.
The moon,
The full moon,
Is inside your house.
My friend and I go running out into the street.
I'm in here,
Comes a voice from the house,
But we aren't listening.
We're looking up at the sky.
My pet nightingale sobs like a drunk in the garden.
Ring doves scatter with small cries.
Where?
Where?
It's midnight.
The whole neighborhood is up and out in the street thinking the cat burglar has come back.
The actual thief is there too,
Saying out loud,
Yes,
The cat burglar is somewhere in the crowd.
No one pays attention.
Lo,
I am with you always when you look for God.
God is the look of your eyes and the thought of looking,
Nearer to you than yourself or things that have happened to you.
There is no need to go outside.
Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.
A white flower grows in the quietness.
Let your tongue become that flower.
