Rumi said, “Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.”
The world lived simply then.
They lost themselves
without fear of being taken over.
They waited in contemplation,
watched the leaves slowly turn
their faces in the wind,
without analogy to the mislead masses.

We didn’t wield the things we wield today.
In a slow current
you can loose yourself.
These days we move
at fatal speeds,
and must hold
our guns deliberately.
And also one another's hands
we must hold responsibly.

When the water rises,
we have the tools
to rise as well; we must not
transcend until the last one
has reached enlightenment.
We must not melt, but now as then,
we should unite.