One Human Gesture
You have a source inside you, a cool spring that sometimes stops flowing, frozen
or clogged with silt. A voice says, ” Consider the situation more deeply, my friend.”
Such advice is not idle. It is immediate companionship with a soul artist like David,
who works iron until it melts and he can shape it. Spirit is the art of making what’s
blocked start moving again. When your body dies, give it to the death angel,
Israfil. If your heart feels numb and metallic, walk out into the sun, or whatever
the mystery is that makes your inner spring well up. There was once a sage who felt
this flow moving inside him. As he walked the garden that
was being restored with
spring water, he gave names to aspects of the vital dance he was doing: the animal’s
hungry agility and the connoisseur’s intelligent choice.
Blessings on Hakim
Sanai, who could put those two in one gesture.
—Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks
I hear nothing in my ear
but your voice. Heart has
plundered mind of all its
eloquence. Love writes a
transparent calligraphy, so on the empty page my soul
can read and recollect.