those who saddle a new unbroken colt
every morning and ride the seven levels of sky,
who lay down at night
with the sun and moon for pillows.
Each of these fish have Jonah inside.
They sweeten the bitter sea.
They shape-shift the mountains,
but with their actions neither bless nor curse.
They are more obvious,
and yet more secret than that.
Mix grains from the ground they walk
with streamwater. Put that salve
on your eyes and you will see
what you have despised in yourself
as a thorn opens into a rose.
-Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks
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