Reflections

What was said to the rose…

What was said to the rose that made it open was said to me here in my chest.

What was told the cypress that made it strong and straight, what was whispered the jasmine

so it is what it is, whatever made sugarcane sweet; whatever was said to the inhabitants

of the town of Chigil in Turkestan that makes them so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate

flower blush like a human face, that is being
said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence

in language, that’s happening here. The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,

chewing a piece of sugarcane, in love with the one to whom every that belongs!”

~Rumi.

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