Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The oldest thirst there is





Give us gladness, a taste of the quick
you that makes a cyprus strong
and jasmine jasmine

Give us the inner listening
that is a way in itself
and the oldest thirst there is.

Don't measure it out with a cup.
I am a fish. You are the moon.
You cannot touch me, but your light
can fill the ocean where I live.

-Rumi

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