Rumi-fied.

"Five Things"

I have five things to say,
five fingers to give into your grace.

First, when I was apart from you,
this world did not exist, nor any other.

Second, whatever I was looking for
was always you.

Third, why did I ever learn to count to three?

Fourth, my cornfield is burning!

Fifth, this finger stands for Rabia,*
and this is for someone else.
Is there a difference?

*Rabia was the woman mystic from Basara who said that a love for God should not come out of fear or hope, but in response to the beauty in the heart.

I especially identify with the red lines for a variety of reasons at this point in my life.