The snow-world melts

Think of the phoenix coming up out of the ashes,
but not flying off.
For a moment we have form. We cannot see.
How can we be conscious and you be conscious
at the same time and desparate ?
Copper when an alchemist works on it
loses it’s copper qualities
Seeds in spring begin to be trees. No longer seed.
Brushwood put in the fire changes
The snow-world melts.
You step in my footprint, and it is gone.

It is not that I have done anything
to deserve this attention from you.
Predestination and freewill, we an cargue them,
but they are only ideas.
What is real is a presence, like Shams.

 

From: Rumi “Bawa Muhaiyadden”
Translated by Coleman Barks

About Michaela

I am a wanderer and a wonderer, like you are. I love our journey and to walk in the company of friends – to learn, experience, share, laugh, cry and above all I simply love this marvelous, magical, mysterious life. I have no plan (cannot believe I am saying this) and my only intention is to be truthful to myself and others.
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