Imagine the time the particle you are
returns where it came from!
The family darling comes home. Wine,
without being contained in cups,
is handed around.
A red glint appears in ta granite outcrop,
and suddenly the whole cliff turns to ruby.
At dawn I walked along with a monk
on his way to the monastery.
“We do the same work,”
I told him. “We suffer the same.”
He gave me a bowl.
And I saw:
the soul has this shape.
Shams, you that teach us and actual sunlight,
help me now,
being in the middle of being partly in my self,
and partly outside.