Your non-existence before you were born is the sky in the East.
Your death is the western horizon,
with you here between.
The way leads neither East nor West, but in.
Test your love wings and make them strong.
Test your love wings and make them strong.
Forget the idea of religious ladders.
Love is the roof. Your senses are waterspouts.
Drink rain directly off the roof.
Drink rain directly off the roof.
Waterspouts are easily damaged and must be replaced.
Say this poem in your chest.
Say this poem in your chest.
Don’t worry how it sounds going through your mouth.
A human body is a bow. Breathing and speech are arrows.
When the quiver and arrows are used up or lost,
there is nothing more for the bow to do.
– Rumi