We Are The Mirror

A poem by Rumi…

We are the mirror
as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste of eternity
this minute.
We are pain
and what cures pain.
We are the sweet cold water
and the jar that pours.
Soul of the world,
no life, nor world remain,
no beautiful women and men longing.
Only this
ancient love
circling
the holy black stone
of nothing.
Where the lover is the loved,
the horizon
and everything
within it.

~ Rumi