A BOWL FALLEN FROM THE ROOF ::::Rumi!

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“You that give new life to this planet,
you that transcend logic, come. I am only
an arrow. Fill your bow with me and let fly.
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Because of this love for you
my bowl has fallen from the roof.
Put down a ladder and collect the pieces,
please.
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People ask, But which roof is your roof?
I answer, Wherever the soul came from
and wherever it goes at night, my roof
is in that direction.
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From wherever spring arrives to heal the
ground,
from wherever searching rises in a human
being.
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The looking itself is a trace
of what we are looking for.
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But we have been more like the man
who sits on his donkey
and asks the donkey where to go.
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Be quiet now and wait.
It may be that the ocean one,
the one we desire so to move into and become,
desires us out here on land a little longer,
going our sundry roads to the shore.”
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