This we have nowis not imagination.
This is not grief or joy.
Not a judging state,or an elation,or sadness.
Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't.
Excerpt from the translation of Rumi by Coleman Barks.
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Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian poet, faqih, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi my…
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