Some statistic

Was I too far for your eyes

or too close for your whispers 

Was it too early for a moon-watch 

or too late for a sunrise 

Haven't we earned  

in the past millenniums

 of wandering

around the volcano of desire

to see the butterfly's dream 

in a blink? 

Have you count the times

when you actually mistook 

a worm for a butterfly? 

Have it ever occurred to you 

that they are 

both -a worm and a butterfly

in the same time

and neither is possible without 

each-other's existence,

but, sometimes 

they

just reflects differently in your eyes...

Was it too colorful the dream of the worm

for a simple butterflies like us? 

In The Arc of Your Mallet by Rumi

Don't go anywhere without me.

Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,

or on the ground, in this world or that world,

without my being in its happening. 

Vision, see nothing I don't see.

Language, say nothing. 

The way the night knows itself with the moon,

be that with me. 

Be the rose nearest to the thorn 

that I am.

I want to feel myself in you when you taste food,

in the arc of your mallet when you work,

when you visit friends, when you go

up on the roof by yourself at night.

There is nothing worse than to walk out along the street

without you.I don't know where I'm going.

You're the road and the knower of roads,

more than maps, more than love.

Open window

I used to know 

if the birds cry or sing

now even my own voice 

seems distant 

I used to walk in my own circle

with days

now even stillness 

makes me tired 

In nights like this

when I sleep with open window

chasing stars for my dream

you can enter as a thief

and take what is yours 

忘れ物

I found the wind in my hands 

and the dust in my eyes 

that you left behind 

There-between new stars and old lights

I will look for the secret 

hidden from me 

as the day from the night

Here-between today and tomorrow

I will ask the same questions 

again

walking the same walk 

to the wall of confusion 

Inside this balloon of your creation

I will disappear as a bubble -

that is the law of the existence... 

All the comings and all the goings 

are inside of me 

I haven't moved an inch 

from this center 

of circling around my longing 

for You.