be lost in the call

Lord, said David,

since you do not need us,

why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: O prisoner of time,

I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,

and I wished this treasure to be known,

so I created a mirror:

its shining face, the heart;

its darkened back, the world;

The back would please you

if you've never seen the face.
Has anyone ever

produced a mirror out of mud and straw?

Yet clean away the mud and straw,

and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments

a while in the cask,

it isn't wine.

If you wish your heart to be bright,

you must do a little work.
My King addressed the soul of my flesh:

You return just as you left.

Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy

transforms copper into gold.

This Sun doesn't want a crown

or robe from God's grace.

He is a hat to a hundred bald men,

a covering for ten who were naked.
Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass,

my child!How could a zephyr ride an ass?

Spirit, find your way,

in seeking lowness like a stream.

Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.
Remember God so much

that you are forgotten.

Let the caller and the called disappear;

be lost in the Call

Not every eye can see,

My heart, sit only with those

who know and understand you.

Sit only under a tree

that is full of blossoms.

In the bazaar of herbs and potions

don't wander aimlessly

find the shop with a potion

that is sweet

If you don't have a measure

people will rob you in no time.

You will take counterfeit coins

thinking they are real.

Don't fill your bowl with food

from every boiling pot you see.

Not every joke is humorous,

so don't search for meaning

where there isn't one.

Not every eye can see,

not every sea is full of pearls.

My hart, sing the song of longing

like nightingale.

The sound of your voice casts

a spellon every stone,

on every thorn.

First, lay down your head

then one by one

let go of all distractions.

Embrace the light

and let it guide you

beyond the winds of desire.

There you will find a spring

and nourished

by its see waters

like a tree you will bear fruit forever.

Rumi: The Hidden Music

by Maryam Mafi & Azima Melita Kolin