INTERNATIONAL RUMI YEAR (IV)
"Only the holder the flag fits into and wind. No flag"

Who makes these changes?

I shoot an arrow right.

It lands left.

I ride after a deer and I find myself

chased by a hog.

I plot to get what I want

and end up in prison.

I dig pits to trap others

and fall in.

I should be suspicious

of what I want.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn't make any sense.

(trad. Coleman Barks e John Moyne)

(2007)