[Dialogue] a Rumi poem

[Sunny Walker]

Sitting in the cool of almost rain, I was reading from The Soul of Rumi: a new collection of ecstatic poems, translation & commentary by Coleman Barks. This one reminded me of Joe.

ONE SONG

What is praised is one, so the praise is one too,
many jugs being poured

into a huge basin. All religions, all this singing,
one song.

The differences are just illusion and vanity. Sunlight
looks slightly different

on this wall that it does on that wall and a lot different
on this other one, but

it is still one light. We have borrowed these clothes, these
time-and-space personalities,

from a light, and when we praise, we pour them back in.

Sunny, in Denver where the sun is letting the clouds filter the light today.