its rumi again

When I am with you, I am your lofty sky, your placid sea.

You are anchored reality,

I am too created in this occupied body.

I am nothing but a mirror in your palm, reflecting the play of your fingers.

I am a beggar who has received the silver grace of Salah – al Din

which cools my constricted heart like a mountain stream.

He is the light, the glowing flame, illuminating the world, but who am I?

From the yearning curvature of my soul,

I know I am simply his bowl!

– Rumi – Divan 1397

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