THE GAZING-HOUSE

rumi 4 purification

On the night when you cross the street
from your shop and your house to the cemetery,

you’ll hear me hailing you from inside
the open grave, and you’ll realize
how we’ve always been together.

I am the clear consciousness core
of your being, the same in ecstasy
as in self-hating fatigue.

That night, when you escape the fear of snakebite
and all irritation with the ants, you’ll hear
my familiar voice, see the candle being lit,
smell the incense and the surprise meal fixed
by the lover inside all your other lovers.

This heart tumult is my signal to you igniting
in the tomb, so don’t fuss with the shroud
and the graveyard road dust. Those get ripped
open and washed away in the music of our meeting.

And don’t look for me in a human shape!
I am inside your looking. No room for form
with love this strong.

Beat the drum and let the poets speak.
This is a day of purification
for those who are already mature and initiated
into what love is.

No need to wait until we die!
There’s more to want here than money and being
famous and bites of roasted meat.
Now, what shall we call this new kind of gazing-house
that has opened in our town where people
sit quietly and pour out their glancing
like light, like answering?

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