Whatever love wants, it gets, not next year, NOW.


Every story is us... from the beginning to no-matter-how-it-comes-out

The Polisher

As everything changes overnight,
I praise the breaking of promises.

Whatever love wants, it gets,
not next year, now.

I swear by the one who never says tomorrow,
as the circle of the moon never agrees
to sell installments of light
It gives all it has.

How do stories end?
Who shall explain them?

Every story is us. That is who we are,
from the beginning to no-matter-how-it-comes-out.

Those who know the taste of a meal
are those who should sit at the table and eat.

Lover and friend are one being,
and separate beings too,
as the polisher melts in the mirror’s face.

from A Year with Rumi: Daily Readings
by Jalal al-Din Rumi
translated by Coleman Barks
image – albmulay

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