Flightpaths

A poem by Rumi

From Bridge to the Soul

 

Today I see Muhammad ascend.

The friend is everywhere,

in every action.

 

Love, a lattice.

Body, fire.

 

I say, Show me the way.

You say, Put your head

under your feet.

 

That way you rise through the stars

and see a hundred other ways

to be with me.

 

There are as many as there are

flightpaths of prayer at dawn.

 

 

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[Photo illustration of Upala Yoga by Shane Hart]

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