If someone asks, what does the perfect beauty look like? Show him your face & say like this. If someone asks, what does a full moon look like? Climb to the highest rooftop & dance & say, like this. If someone asks, what does an angels wing look like? – smile. If he asks about Divine fragrance, pull him close, his face in your hair, like this. If someone asks, how did Jesus bring the dead back to life? Don’t say a word, just kiss me on the lips, like this. If someone asks, how does it feel to be slain by love? Close your eyes and tear open your shirt, like this. If someone asks about my stature, Stare into space with your eyes wide open, like this.
The soul enters one body then another. When someone doesn’t believe that, walk back into my house, like this. When lovers cry out, they’re telling our story & God bends down to listen, like this. I am the storehouse of all pleasure. I am the pain of self-denial. To see me, lower your eyes to the ground, then raise them up to heaven. Like this. Only the gentle breeze knows the secret union. Listen as it whispers a song to every heart, like this. I asked how one’s perfume gave sight to the blind. It was your breeze clearing the darkness from my eyes, like this. When someone asks what there is to do, Light the candle in his hand, like this.
© 2007 David Cain / Rumi