On the Night of Creation I was awake,
Busy at work while everyone slept.
I was there to see the first wink
and hear the first tale told.
I was the first one caught
in the hair of the Great Imposter.
Whirling around the still-point of ecstasy
I spun like the wheel of heaven.
How can I describe this to you?
You were born later.
I was a companion of that Ancient Lover;
Like a bowl with a broken rim
I endured his tyranny.
Why shouldn’t I be as lustrous as the King’s cup?
I have lived in the room of treasures.
Why shouldn’t this bubble become the sea?
I am the secret that lies at its bottom…
Shhhh… no more words
Hear only the voice within.
Remember, the first thing He said was:
“We are beyond words.”
Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273)
Afghanistan & Turkey
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