Rumi: I am only an arrow. Fill your bow with me and let fly.


You that give new life to this planet,

you that transcend logic, come. I am only

an arrow. Fill your bow with me and let fly.

Because of this love for you

my bowl has fallen from the roof.

Put down a ladder and collect the pieces,


People ask, But which roof is your roof?

I answer, Wherever the soul came from

and wherever it goes at night, my roof

is in that direction.

From wherever spring arrives to heal the


from wherever searching rises in a human


The looking itself is a trace

of what we are looking for.

But we have been more like the man

who sits on his donkey

and asks the donkey where to go.

Be quiet now and wait.

It may be that the ocean one,

the one we desire so to move into and become,

desires us out here on land a little longer,

going our sundry roads to the shore.”



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