“Lord, where r u? I want to help u, to fix yr shoes , comb yr hair , wash yr clothes , bring u milk , kiss yr hands n feet , sweep yor room . God, my sheep n goats r yours.”
“Who r u talking to?” Moses could stand it no longer.
“Only one that grows needs milk. Only some one with feet needs shoes. Not God!”
D shepherd repented , tore his clothes , sighed n wandered out into d desert.
A sudden revelation came then to Moses.
“ U have separated me from one of my own.
Did u come as a Prophet to unite, or to sever ?
I have given each being a separate n unique way of seeing / knowing / saying that knowledge.
What seems wrong to u is right for him.
I don’t hear the words they say. I look inside at d humility.
When u look in a mirror, u see yrself, not d mirror.
who makes the music? .... Not d flute. bt d flute player!
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Rumi's poem translated
