THIS MARKET

Can you find another market like this?
Where, with your one rose

you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
Where, for one seed you get

a whole wilderness? For one weak
breath, the divine wind?

                                        -Rumi

EMPTY BOAT

Some huge work goes on growing.
How could one person´s words matter?

Where you walk heads pop from the ground.
What is one seed head compared to you?

On my death day I´ll know the answer.
I have cleared this house, so that your work
can, when it comes, fill every room.

I slide like an empty boat
pulled over the water.

In the slaughterhouse of love they kill only
the best, none of the weak or deformed.
Don´t run away from this dying.
Whoever´s not killed for love is dead meat.

                                                                    -Rumi