Reflections

Your first eyes

A lover has four streams inside,
of water, wine, honey and milk.

Find those in yourself and pay no attention
what so-and-so says about such-and-such.

The rose does not care
if someone calls it a thorn, or a jasmine.

Ordinary eyes categorize human beings.
That one is Zoroastrian. This one, Muslim.

Walk instead with the other vision given you, your first eyes.
Do not squint and do not stare blankly like a vulture.

Those who love fire fall in the fire.
A fly slips from the edge into the whey.

If you are in love with the infinite,
why grieve over the ground washing away in the rein?

Bow to the essence in a human being.
A desert drinks war-blood,
but if it knew this secret, springs would rise, rose gardens.

Do not be content with judging people good and bad.
Grow out of that. The great blessing is 
that Shams has poured a strength into the ground
that lets us wait and trust the waiting. 

~ Rumi.

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