"You're sitting here with us,
but you're also out
walking in a field at dawn.
You are yourself
the animal we hunt
when you come with us
on the hunt.
You're in your body
like a plant is solid
in the ground,
yet you're wind.
You're the diver's clothes
lying empty on the beach.
You're the fish.

In the ocean
are many bright strands
and many dark strands
like veins that are seen
when a wing is lifted up.
Your hidden self
is blood in those,
those veins that are
lute strings that make
ocean music,
not the sad sound of surf,
but the sound of no shore."

Rumi

kaleidoscope - randy & shelley knapp
photo © 1996 the archive of light