In this moment, I am entwined
in the vine of love
In this moment I have abandoned care
for consequence
Oh humans, I’m no longer one of you
The bravest men won’t dare come near my heart
Mad men run away at the sight of my passion
I make love to death
Nothingness is my companion
Even cleverness is upset with me
It tried to frighten me, it misjudged its opponent
I accept I am a prisoner of this world
But I am here, the prison is there
Tell me, whose belongings have I stolen?
Come live where I reside
My home is beyond In o Aan*
What need have I for a mind?
I have destroyed my
thoughts and burnt my worries
Something Other has my attention
What need have I for a heart?
Blood of the Beloved
is running through my veins
I am life itself
Rumi
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“In o aan” is the Persian phrase for “this and that” nonsense we keep inside.