This we have now
is not imagination.
This is not
grief or joy.
Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.
Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't.
Notes
Excerpt from the translation of Rumi by Coleman Barks.
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Subtle words that make a brilliant distinction, the passing and the permanent; yet done with a gentle voice; much to admire here...PK
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Brilliant poetry! So deep, meaningful, so many layers to peel back in these few lines...a wonderful, lingering quality about it. Rumi was pure genius!
~ Nicolette
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