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Hamzas Nothing by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi A moth, flying into the flames, says with its wing fire,

, Try this. The wick with its knotted neck broken tells you the same.

A candle as it diminishes, explains, Gathering more and more is not the way. Burn, become light and heat. Melt.

The ocean sits in the sand letting its lap fill with pearls and shells, then empty. The bitter taste hums, This.

The phoenix gives up on good-and-bad, flies to nest on Mt. af, no more burning and rising from ash. !t sends out one message.

The rose purifies its face, drops the soft petals, shows its thorn, and points. "ine abandons thousands of famous names, the vintage years and delightful bou#uets, to run wild and anonymous through your brain.

$mpty, the flute closes its eyes to %am&a's nothing. $verything begs with the silent rocks for you to be flung out

the light over this plain, the presence of (hams Tabri&.

From Rumi: The Big Red Book The )reat Masterpiece *elebrating Mystical +ove , -riendship, pp. ./ The collected translations by Coleman Barks