I am the dust that floats in bright sunlight,
I am the sun, too, burning so bright.
Say to the dust, stay, and to the sun, keep
Moving in circles, wake us to light.
I am the mist of sweet early morning,
And the soft breathing, when evening is born.
I am the wind in swaying green branches,
taking my chances, as surf's pounding shore.
I am the tall mast, I am the deep keel,
Rudder and bowsprit, helmsman and wheel.
Now I am also the perilous reef,
the snares and delusions, that bring them to grief.
First I the silence, then I the choice,
to take form as this song, Now I the voice.
I am the candle, and the moth flying,
flirting with dying, as it goes round.
I the rose blooming, and at the same time,
Nightingale lost in, fragrance sublime.
All orders of being, galaxies turning,
Intelligence burning, in evolution.
I am the lifting, the falling away,
living and dying, night and the day.
In all things created, known and forgotten,
I am what is, and what is not.
Master of masters, one within all,
you who so know me, answer this call.
Say now the secret, say the word true,
say what the heart knows, say I am You.
Adapted from Rumi by Coleman Barks