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-G O W I T H M U D D Y F E E T
+GO WITH MUDDY FEET
 When you hear dirty story
 wash your ears.
 When you see ugly stuff
@@ -14,7 +14,7 @@ It’s like counting leaves in a garden,
 along with the song notes of partridges,
 and crows. Sometimes organization
 and computation become absurd.
-F I V E T H I N G S
+FIVE  THINGS
 I have five things to say,
 five fingers to give into your grace.
 First, when I was apart from you,
@@ -40,7 +40,7 @@ dancing together. This is not-being.
 I know these dancers.
 Day and night I sing their songs
 in this phenomenal cage.
-T H E M A N Y W I N E S
+THE MANY WINES
 God has given us a dark wine so potent that,
 drinking it, we leave the two worlds.
 God has put into the form of hashish a power
@@ -82,10 +82,10 @@ A donkey wanders the sign of Taurus.
 Heroes do not stay lined up in ranks
 for very long. I set out for Tabriz,
 even though my boat is anchored here.
-W H E R E Y O U L O V E Look inside and find where a person
+WHERE YOU LOVE Look inside and find where a person
 loves from. That’s the reality,
 not what they say.
-F R O M
+FROM
 Hypocrites
 give attention to form, the right
 and wrong ways of professing belief.
@@ -118,7 +118,7 @@ Why would you refuse to give
 this love to anyone?
 Fish don’t hold the sacred liquid in cups!
 They swim the huge fluid freedom.
-T H E R E ’ S N O T H I N G A H E A D
+THERE’S NOTHING AHEAD
 Lovers think they’re looking for each other,
 but there’s only one search: wandering
 this world is wandering that,
@@ -140,28 +140,6 @@ you don’t belong with us.
 When one of us gets lost,
 is not here, he must be inside us. There’s no
 place like that anywhere in the world.
- 
- . Sohbet: Who You Talking To?
-For Rumi the appearance of formal beauty comes as a natu-
-ral response to being spoken to. The rose opens because it
-has heard something. The cypress grows strong and
-straight because a love-secret is being whispered. Elegance
-in language arrives in response. Before creation there was a
-question, “Am I not your lord?” The simultaneous YES!
-that came is why we are here at all in the midst of three
-hundred billion galaxies.
-I have a friend who, when she wants to know who I am
-seeing, who I am in love with, asks, Who you talking to? The
-exchange of deep friendship makes a fine entrance into
-love and trust, into the mysterious action that moves
-through the eyes, the voice, the heart.
-Rumi wonders, Can you see these escapees, the ones who have
-gotten free of their personalities and into the truer self? He celebrates
-the freedom of those escapees, how their friendship dis-
-solves into everything: what anybody says, whatever hap-
-pens.
-Emily Dickinson says, I dwell in possibility, a fairer house
-than prose. That region where her poetry grew is sohbet.
   
 I dwell in possibility,
 A fairer house than prose,
@@ -202,7 +180,7 @@ Sufis say there are three ways of being with the mys-
 tery: prayer, then a step up from that, meditation, and a
 step up from that, conversation, the mystical exchange
 they call sohbet.
-R E S P O N S E T O Y O U R Q U E S T I O N
+RESPONSE TO YOUR QUESTION
 Why ask about behavior when you are soul-essence,
 and a way of seeing into presence!
 Plus you’re with us!
@@ -233,7 +211,7 @@ Both wishes are foolish,
 but you’ll be forgiven for forgetting
 that what you really want is
 love’s confusing joy.
-S P E C I A L P L A T E S
+SPECIAL PLATES
 Notice how each particle moves.
 Notice how everyone has just arrived here
 from a journey. Notice how each wants
@@ -247,7 +225,7 @@ Look at this cup that can hold the ocean.
 Look at those who see the face. Look
 through Shams’s eyes into water
 that is entirely jewels.
-Y O U A R E N O T Y O U R E Y E S
+YOU ARE NOT YOUR EYES
 Those who have reached their arms
 into emptiness are no longer concerned
 with lies and truth, with mind and soul,
@@ -264,7 +242,7 @@ who paints both with existence and non.
 Shams could help you see who you are,
 but remember, You are not your eyes.
   
-W H A T W A S S A I D T O T H E R O S E
+WHAT WAS SAID TO THE ROSE
 What was said to the rose that made it open
 was said to me here in my chest.
 What was told the cypress that made it strong
@@ -279,7 +257,7 @@ in language, that’s happening here. The great
 warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
 chewing a piece of sugarcane, in love with
 the one to whom every that belongs!
-T H E M U S I C
+THE MUSIC
 For sixty years I have been forgetful,
 every moment, but not for a second
 has this flowing toward me slowed or stopped.
@@ -287,7 +265,7 @@ I deserve nothing. Today I recognize
 that I am the guest the mystics talk about.
 I play this living music for my host.
 Everything today is for the host.
-I M R A ’ U ‘ L - Q A Y S
+IMRA’U‘L - QAYS
 Imra’u ‘l-Qays,   king of the Arabs,
 was very handsome and a poet full of love songs.
 Women loved him desperately. Everyone loved him,
@@ -361,7 +339,7 @@ superabundance of being, a phrase from Rilke in Stephen
 Mitchell’s translation.
 Rumi walks the granary amazed like an ant, small find-
 ings the given.
-Z U L E I K H A
+ZULEIKHA
 Zuleikha   let everything be the name of Joseph,
 from celery seed to aloes wood. She loved him
 so much she concealed his name in many phrases,
@@ -386,7 +364,7 @@ Zuleikha felt in the name Joseph.
 When one is united to the core of another,
 to speak of that is to breathe the name Hu,
 empty of self and filled with love.
-P U T T H I S D E S I G N I N Y O U R C A R P E T
+PUT THIS DESIGN IN YOUR CARPET 
 Spiritual experience is a modest woman
 who looks lovingly at one man.
 It’s a great river where ducks live
@@ -409,7 +387,7 @@ in the river! No metaphor can say this,
 but I can’t stop pointing to the beauty.
 Every moment and place says,
 “Put this design in your carpet!”
-T H E R O A D H O M E
+THE ROAD HOME
 An ant hurries along a threshing floor
 with its wheat grain, moving between huge stacks
 of wheat, not knowing the abundance
@@ -425,7 +403,7 @@ The ocean pours through a jar,
 and you might say it swims inside
 the fish! This mystery gives peace to
 your longing and makes the road home home.
-T H I S I S E N O U G H
+THIS IS ENOUGH
 Aphrodite singing ghazals. A sky with
 gold streaks across. A stick
 that finds water in stone. Jesus
@@ -437,7 +415,7 @@ a tufted crown. Each ant is given
 its elegant belt at birth. This love
 we feel pours through us like a giveaway
 song. The source of now is here!
-U Z A Y R
+UZAYR
 Which reminds me of the sons of Uzayr,
 who are out looking for their father.
 They have grown old, and their father
@@ -463,7 +441,7 @@ Out of nowhere a horse
 brought us here where we taste love
 until we don’t exist again. This taste
 is the wine we always mention.
-A M A Z E D M O U T H
+AMAZED MOUTH
 The soul: a wide listening sky
 with thousands of candles.
 When anything is sold, soul gets given
@@ -477,7 +455,7 @@ Birdsong, wind,
 the water’s face.
 Each flower, remembering the smell:
 I know you’re close by.
-B E G I N
+BEGIN
 This is now. Now is. Don’t postpone
 till then. Spend the spark of iron
 on stone. Sit at the head of the table.
@@ -513,14 +491,14 @@ dreaming heart.
 Even in Kyoto —
 hearing the cuckoo’s cry —
 I long for Kyoto.
-T H I S M A R K E T
+THIS MARKET
 Can you find another market like this?
 Where, with your one rose
 you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
 Where, for one seed you get
 a whole wilderness? For one weak
 breath, the divine wind?
-T H E M U S I C W E A R E
+THE MUSIC WE ARE
 Did you hear that winter’s over?
 The basil and the carnations
 cannot control their laughter.