Rumi’s The Self We Share

The Self We Share 
Thirst is angry with water. Hunger bitter
with bread.
The cave wants nothing to do with the sun.
This is dumb, the self-
defeating way we’ve been.
A gold mine is
calling us into its temple. Instead, we
bend and keep picking up rocks from the
Every thing has a shine like gold,
but we should turn to the source!
The origin is what we truly are. I add a little
vinegar to the honey I give. The bite ofscolding makes ecstasy more familiar.
look, fish, you’re already in the ocean:
just swimming there makes you friends with
glory. What are these grudges about?
You are Benjamin.
Joseph has put a gold cup
in your grain sack and accused you of being
a thief.
Now he draws you aside and says,
“You are my brother. I am a prayer. You’re
the amen.” We move in eternal regions, yet
worry about property here.
This is the prayer of each: 
You are the source of my
You separate essence from mud.
You honor my soul.
You bring rivers from the 
mountain springs.
You brighten my eyes.
Doing that is religion.

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