THIS WE HAVE NOW
This we have now
is not imagination.
This is not
grief or joy.
Not a judging state,
or an elation,
This is the presence
It's dawn, Husam,
here in the splendor of coral,
inside the Friend, the simple truth
of what Hallaj said.
What else could human beings want?
When grapes turn to wine,
When the nightsky pours by,
it's really a crowd of beggars,
and they all want some of this!
that we are now
created the body, cell by cell,
like bees building a honeycomb.
The human body and the universe
grew from this, not this
from the universe and the human body.
Coleman Barks, Tr., The Essential Rumi (San Fransico: Harper Collins, 1995)