sublime generosity

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I was dead, then alive.

Weeping, then laughing.

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The power of love came into me,

and I became fierce like a lion,

then tender like the evening star.

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He said, "You're not mad enough.

You don't belong in this house."

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I went wild and had to be tied up.

He said, "Still not wild enough

to stay with us!"

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I broke though another layer

into joyfulness.

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He said, "It's not enough."

I died.

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He said, "You're a clever little man,

full of fantasy and doubting."

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I plucked out my feathers and became a fool.

He said, "Now you're the candle

for this assembly."

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But I'm no candle. Look!

I'm scattered smoke.

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He said, "You are the sheikh, the guide."

But I'm not a teacher. I have not power.

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He said, "You already have wings.

I cannot give you wings."

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But I wanted his wings.

I felt like some flightless chicken.

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Then nw events said to me,

"Don't move. A sublime generosity is

coming toward you."

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And old love said, "Stay with me."

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I said, "I will."

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You are the fountain of the sun's light.

I am a willow shadow on the ground.

You make my raggedness silky.

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The soul at dawn is like darkened water

that slowly begins to say Thank you, thank you.

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Then at sunset, again, Venus gradually

changes into the moon and then the whole nightsky.

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This comes of smiling back

at your smile.

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The chess master says nothing,

other than moving the silent chess piece.

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That I am part of the ploys

of this game makes me

amazingly happy.

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~ Rumi

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