Rumi Speaks from the Grave

Burning Candle Jelaluddin Rumi, it has been eight centuries since you died.
Where are you now?
What is your existence? A ghost? A Jinn? An angel?

I am none of these.

I am leaf and now a limb,
I am the light and now the wind.

I am all that is shaded in the forest,
And when the shade becomes light
I am the same.

When I lived I dreamed I could fly,
Now I can fly, but no one can see me.

When I died my whole life was distilled to a drop,
I was that drop for centuries,

And then I evaporated,
Six billion molecules of water

Floating in the air,
One for each human to breathe.
Burning Candle


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