Flowering

“The sound of salaams rising as waves diminish down in prayer, hoping for some trace of the one whose trace does not appear.

If anyone asks you to say who you are, say without hesitation, Soul within soul within soul.

There is a pearl diver who does not know how to swim.
No matter. Pearls are handed him on the beach.

We lovers laugh to hear, “This should be more that, and that more this,” coming from people sitting in a wagon tilted in a ditch.

Going in search of the heart, I found a huge rose under my feet, and roses under all our feet.

How to say this to someone who denies it?
The robe we wear is the sky’s cloth.
Everything is soul and flowering.”

~Maulana Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks.