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Like This is a poem by Rumi, with a backdrop of a digital painting by Anne Corr

 

If anyone asks you

how the perfect satisfaction

of all our sexual wanting

will look, lift your face

and say,

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When someone mentions the gracefulness

of the nightsky, climb up on the roof

and dance and say,

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If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,

or what “God’s fragrance” means,

lean your head toward him or her.

Keep your face there close.

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When someone quotes the old poetic image

about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,

slowly loosen knot by knot the strings

of your robe.

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If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,

don’t try to explain the miracle.

Kiss me on the lips.

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When someone asks what it means

to “die for love,” point

here.

If someone asks how tall I am, frown

and measure with your fingers the space

between the creases on your forehead.

This tall.

The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.

When someone doesn’t believe that,

walk back into my house.

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When lovers moan,

they’re telling our story.

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I am a sky where spirits live.

Stare into this deepening blue,

while the breeze says a secret.

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When someone asks what there is to do,

light the candle in his hand.

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How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?

Huuuuu.

How did Jacob’s sight return?

Huuuu.

A little wind cleans the eyes.

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