by Rumi, 13th century
Someting big is coming.
It's still a secret, but arriving everywhere.
The atmosphere is charged with longing and searching.
The pilgrims and the mystery-lovers know.
They are gathering now
The sound of prayer drifts across the dawn.
It's Muslim, Jew, Christian
All this singing
The differences are just illusion and vanity.
The sunlight looks a little different on this wall
Thank it does on that.
And a lot different on this other one.
But it's still one light.
We have borrowed these clothes
This time and place personalities
From a Light.
And when we praise,
We're pouring them back in.