Spirit Rising For Rumi Contest

Are you sleeping? Refreshing sleep, Master Are your eyes open? You know they are, Master But you are not awake Am not, I gasp? You have fasted Turned back on all desires, And still you long Your mind longs for enlightenment And still you sleep, Longing in ignorance, For that which you now are, Like wanting the idea of this moonlight But not the real moonlight. The real moon I see now Is not the real moon? Shanti, shanti, shanti He chants and touches my brow, I see in the moment that I am This moon and the stars, Galaxies whirling past I feel the grass growing Birdsong, mating, oh all The spheres singing, humming, The peace that surpasses understanding Enfolding me, soundless knowing For just a moment, not that I am, Just am!