I circled a while with each of the intelligences,
The nine fathers that control the levels of spirit growth.
I revolved for years with the stars,
Through each astrological sign.
I disappeared into the kingdom of nearness.
I saw what I have seen,
Receiving nourishment as a child lives in the womb.
Personalities are born once,
A mystic many times.
Wearing the body robe,
I have been busy in the market,
Weighing and arguing prices.
Sometimes,
I have torn the robe off with my own hands and thrown it away.
I have spent long nights in monasteries and I have slept with those who claim to believe nothing on the porches of pagodas,
Just traveling through.
When someone feels jealous,
I am inside the hurt and the need to possess.
When anyone is sick,
I feel feverish and dizzy.
I am cloud and rain being released,
Then the meadow as it soaks in.
I wash the grains of mortality from the cloth around the dervish.
I am the rose of eternity,
Not made of water and fire,
Not of the wandering wind or even earth.
I play with those.
I am not charms of the breeze,
But a light within his light.
If you see me,
Be careful.
Tell no one what you have seen.