You Are Sitting Here With Us, But You Are Also Somewhere Else, meditation on Rumi

You are sitting here with us, but you are also out walking

in a field at dawn. You are yourself

the animal we hunt when you come with us on the chase.

You are in your body like a plant is solid in the ground,

Yet you are the wind. You are the divers clothes

lying empty on the beach. You are the fish.

In the ocean there are many bright strands

and many dark strands like veins that are seen

when a wind is lifted up.

You are hidden self is blood in those, those veins

that are lute strings that make ocean music,

not the sad edge of surf, but the sound of no shore.