Form is ecstatic

.

.

There is a shimmering excitement in

being sentient and shaped.  The

.

caravan master sees his camels lost

in it, nose to tail, as he himself is,

.

his friend, and the stranger coming

toward them.  A gardener watches the

.

sky break into song, cloud wobbly with

what it is.  Bud, thorn, the same.

.

Wind, water, wandering this essential 

state.  Fire, ground, gone.  That's

.

how it is with the outside.  Form

is ecstatic...

.

~ Rumi
from:  The Soul of Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks
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