Once again, more work from the wonderful mind of the man they call Rumi.  My girlfriend’s father told me that he would write nothing done and travel from city to city just reciting off the top of his head.  Enjoy this piece,  I sure did, I really like how he kept repeating ‘you and I’ throughout.

A moment of happiness,

you and I sitting on the verandah,

apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.

We feel the flowing water of life here,

you and I, with the garden’s beauty

and the birds singing.

The stars will be watching us,

and we will show them

what it is to be a thin crescent moon.

You and I unselfed, will be together,

indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.

The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar

as we laugh together, you and I.

In one form upon this earth,

and in another form in a timeless sweet land.