Having gazed at the Sun unwavering,
braving the intensity and losing yourself
in its magnitude for longer stretches,
Something occurs which tastes of fearlessness,
most unassuming yet great in heat,
reminiscent of Moses, or of the Son of Man.
You burn through every personality encountered,
to the manifest Unmanifest,
catching a hint of Soul.
Rumi's catalyst was the Sun of Tabriz,
in the Glance which they shared
a Legacy was born.
Without an I, seeing occurs of itself,
where ego becomes a servant, Am is master:
this doesn't happen overnight or from reading a book.
But a most passionate desire for union helps,
as one-pointed as a breath between two lovers,
concentrating, refining, opening to grace.
The stature is majestic, the gait royal,
though you own much or nothing, no one owns you.
And while you walk the Earth, it turns in your orbit.
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