The Breast My Heart Nurses
You are the breast my heart nurses now,
God's shadow, sun that casts no shadow.
You stir the particles of this universe,
giving love to lovers,
laughter, and dance steps.
You burn thought to ash.
You turn where you wish.
Soul saw a bit of light
in an eye and went there.
Toothless geezers sing love songs.
Mind loses track. Beyond existence,
beyond absence, Shams of Tabriz,
the mountain of gentleness
we're hidden in,
watches through a cleft.
>From The Soul of Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks
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