Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field. I will meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn t make any sense.
Rumi

O Prophet, say to the prisoners in your hands.

If God knows of any good in your hearts,
He will give you more than He has taken,
And He will forgive you.
Surely God is All-forgiving, All-compassionate.
Lord, show me things as they are.
You show a thing as fair, and in reality it is ugly.
You show a thing as ugly, and in truth it is beautiful.
Show us everything just as it is,
So that we will not fall into the snare.
We offered the Trust to the heavens,
The earth and the mountains,
They refused to carry it and were afraid of it,
But humans carried it.
Surely they are foolish and sinful.
You are more precious than heaven and earth.
What more can I say?
You do not know your own worth.
My camel s desire is now behind,
My own desire is before.
Our purposes were crossed,
We can agree no more.
Your inward soul is hungry.
Your outward flesh is over fed.
The devil has gorged to sickness.
The king begs even for bread.
The cure is found while Jesus is here on earth!
But once he returns to heaven,
all hope will have fled.
Your name is upon my tongue.
Your image is in my sight.
Your memory in my heart,
Where can I send these words I write?
One of you is an unbeliever,
And one of you a believer.
Two people are warring within you.
Who shall succeed?
The one that Fortune makes her friend.
We have returned from the lesser holy war
To fight the Greater Holy War.
Only in ruins may a treasure be found.
In thriving cities a hound is still a hound.