Friday, October 21, 2011

The Oldest Thirst There Is by Rumi

Give us gladness that connects 
with the Friend, a taste of the quick,
you that make a cypress strong and jasmine jasmine.


Give us the inner listening 
that is a way in itself
and the oldest thirst there is.


Don't measure it out with a cup.
I am a fish. You are the moon.
You cannot touch me, but your light
can fill the ocean where I live.


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