In The Spirit Of Rumi - 15 Poem by Michael Shepherd

To My Beloved I said

O My Beloved,
tell me of Yourself;
I yearn to know

My Beloved said

O my dearest one,
tell me, rather, of yourself;
for only in knowing yourself
and knowing what you do not know
may you know Myself

to My Beloved I said

I breathe; and yet
I was never taught to breathe.
I breathe perfectly;
who taught me then, to breathe?

In the light of the Sun,
I see all that may be seen;
who taught my eyes to see?
who taught the Sun to shine?

With my breath,
with my eyes,
I see love, breathe love in my heart;
who put it there?

Every day, I eat,
every day I need to eat;
every day there is some food;
who makes earth into bread?

Every day I make mistakes,
yet every day I live again;
my children I forgive their mistakes;
who will teach me my mistakes,
who will forgive me my mistakes?

Every day I find my world the greater,
every day my powers are greater;
every day the world’s glory is greater;
who made these boundaries to be boundless?

Every day, I think of death;
every day, I am alive;
every day, I seek the truth;
who joins these three, and who divides?

my Beloved said to me

In your questions, love.
In the answer, love.