word fog

Words, even if they come from

the soul, hide the soul, as fog

rising off the sea covers the sea,

the coast, the fish, the pearls.

It's noble work to build coherent

philosophical discourses, but

they block out the sun of truth.

See God's qualities as an ocean,

this world as foam on the purity

of that. Brush away and look

through the alphabet to essence,

as you do the hair covering your

beloved's eyes. Here's the mystery:

this intricate, astonishing world

is proof of God's presence even as

it covers the beauty. One flake

from the wall of a gold mine does

not give much idea what it's like

when the sun shines in and turns

the air and the workers golden.

Rumi

art by claude monet