ALL ORDERS OF BEING

The musical air coming through a flute,

a spark of a stone, a flickering

in metal. Both candle,

and the moth crazy around it.

Rose, and the nightingale

lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,

the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,

and the falling away. What is,

what isn't. You who know

Jelaluddin, You the one

in all, say who

I am. Say I

am You.

-Maulana Jelaluddin Rumi

Translation by Coleman Barks