Phrase Your Question // Rumi

Why doesn’t a soul fly when it hears the call?
Fish on the beach always move toward wave sound.

A falcon hears the drum and brings the quarry home.
Why is not every dervish dancing in the sun?

You have escaped the cage.
Your wings are stretched out.
Now, fly.

You have slept in shed and outbuildings
so long that you think you live there.

How many years, like children,
do we have to collect sticks and pieces of broken pottery
and pretend that they are valuable?

Leave childhood. Go to the banquet of true human beings.
Split open the cultural mold.
Put your head up out of the sack.

Hold this book in the air with your right hand.
Are you old enough to know right from left?

A voice says to your clarity, Walk.
Move into the moment of your death.
Learn some discipline there.

To the soul, Move into the invisible,
and take what’s given. You are the king.
Phrase your question and expect an answer.

Gift | W.S. Merwin

I have to trust what was given to me
if I am to trust anything
it led the stars over the shadowless mountain 
what does it not remember in its night and silence
what does it not hope knowing itself no child of time

what did it not begin what will it not end
I have to hold it up in my hands as my ribs hold up my heart
I have to let it open its wings and fly among the gifts of the unknown
again in the mountain I have to turn
to the morning

I must be led by what was given to me
as streams are led by it
and braiding flights of birds
the gropings of veins the learning of plants
the thankful days
breath by breath

I call to it Nameless One O Invisible
Untouchable Free
I am nameless I am divided
I am invisible I am untouchable
and empty
nomad live with me
be my eyes
my tongue and my hands
my sleep and my rising
out of chaos
come and be given