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Which one am I ?

Of these two thousand "I" and "We" people,

which am I?



Don't try to keep me from asking!

Listen, when I'm this out of control!

But don't put anything breakable in my way!



There is an original inside me.

What's here is a mirror for that, for you.



If you are joyful, I am.

If you grieve, or if you're bitter, or graceful,

I take on those qualities.



Like the shadow of a cypress tree in the meadow,

like the shadow of a rose, I live

close to the rose.



If I separated myself from you,

I would turn entirely thorn.



Every second, I drink another cup of my own blood-wine.

Every instant, I break an empty cup against your door.



I reach out, wanting you to tear me open.



Beloved 's generosity lights a candle in my chest.

Who am I then?

His empty begging bowl.



Rumi

i was angry with my friend/ i told my wrath, my wrath did end



i was angry with my foe/ i told it not my wrath did grow



And i watered it in fears, night and morning with my tears;



And I sunned it with my smiles/ and with soft deceitful wiles



And it grew both day and night/ till it bore an apple bright



And my foe beheld its shine/ And he knew that it was mine



And into my garden stole/ When the night had veil'd the pole



In the mourning glad i see/ My foe outstretched beneath the tree



William Blake

not quite dark yet

the stars shining

above the withered fields