Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?
Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms?
Who, like Jacob blind with grief and age,
smells the shirt of his lost son and can see again?
Who lets a bucket down and brings up a flowing prophet?
Or like Moses goes for fire and finds what burns inside the sunrise?
Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
and opens a door to the other world.
Solomon cuts open a fish, and there’s a gold ring.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet and leaves with blessings.
But don’t be satisfied with stories,
how things have gone with others.
Unfold your own myth,
so everyone will understand the passage, We have opened you.
Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy and tired.
Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you’ve grown, lifting.
-rumi, of course-