By Rumi




I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come


I’m tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist


Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate


Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk


Not having entered
the battlefield


I’m already wounded and slain


I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality


Like the shadow
I am




I am not

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