In truth, there never was an end.

Almost eight hundred years later, the spirits of Shams and Rumi are still alive today,

whirling amid us somewhere...


January 26, 2012

I AM A SCULPTOR


I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down

I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,

I want to throw them in the fire.

My souls spills into yours and is blended.

Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,

I cherish it.

Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,

I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.

In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.

Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.

-Rumi

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