Any Chance Meeting
In every gathering, in any chance meeting
on the street, there is a shine,
an elegance rising-up.
Today, I recognized that that jewel-like beauty
is the presence, our loving confusion,
the glow in which watery clay
gets brighter than fire,
the one we call the Friend.
I begged, “Is there a way into you,
“Your head is the ladder.
Bring it down under your feet.”
The mind, this globe
of awareness, is a starry universe that when
you push off from it with your foot,
a thousand new roads come clear, as you yourself
do at dawn, sailing through light.
Rumi, Any Chance Meeting, Say I Am You, Athens, GA: Maypop, 1994, p. 29
The mind is a globe of awareness, a starry universe indeed. But it isn’t the be-all or end-all: it’s the push-off point. The thousand new roads aren’t inside it because roads are meant for walking, not contemplating while sitting in place.