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We sit in this courtyard,
two forms, shadow outlines with one soul.
Birdsound, leaf moving, early evening star,
fragrant damp, and a sweet sickle curve of moon.
You and I in a round, unselved idling
in the garden-beauty detail.
The raucous parrots laugh,
and we laugh inside their laughter,
the two of us on a bench in Konya,
yet amazingly in Khorasan and Iraq as well.
Friends abiding this form,
yet also in another, outside of time, you and I.
~ Rumi
translation by Coleman Barks
from The Big Red Book
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