Those with no energy have gone.
You that remain, do you know
who you are? How many?
Can you look at a fountain and become water?
Can you recognize the great self
and so enjoy your individual selves?
Do you run from joy?
Perhaps the lion
should not flee the fox.
Let your loving and your soul
burn up in this candle.
Let a new life come.
The friend is at the door.
You are the lock his key fits.
You are a piece of candy,
the choice words of a poem,
the friend and the swallow
of silence here at the end.
Rumi
Photo: Peter Bowers