Fringe by Rumi/Coleman Barks
You wreck my shop and my house and now my heart, but
how can I run from what
gives me life ? I’m weary of personal worrying, in love
with the art of madness !
Tear open my shame and show the mystery. How much longer
do I have to fret with self-restraint and fear ?
Friends, this is how it is:
we are the fringe sewn inside
the lining of a robe. Soon we’ll be loosened, the binding
threads torn out. The beloved
is a liion. We’re the lame deer in his paws. Consider what
choices we have ! Acquiesce
when the Friend says, [I]Come into me. Le me show my face.
You saw it once in preexistence,
now you want to be quickened and quickened again. [/I]We
have been secretly fed
from beyond space and time. That’s why we look for
something more than this.