prisoner of time

prisoner of time


Lord, said David, since you don’t need us,
why did you make the two worlds?

The Real replied: O prisoner of time,
I am a secret treasure of kindness
that wishes itself to be known.
So, I made a mirror: its shining face
is one world, its dark back, the other.
You’d like the back, if you hadn’t seen the face.

Remember me so much that you forget yourself.
Let the caller and the called just disappear:
be lost in the call.


From Rumi

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