Your First Eyes

A lover has four streams inside,

of water, wine, honey, and milk.

Find those in yourself and pay no attention

to what so-and-so says about such-and-such.

The rose does not care

if someone calls it a thorn, or a jasmine.

Ordinary eyes categorize human beings.

That one is a Zoroastrian. This one a Muslim.

Walk instead with the other vision given you,

your first eyes. Bow to the essence

in a human being. Do not be content

with judging people good and bad.

Grow out of that.

The great blessing is that Shams

has poured a strength into the ground

that lets us wait and trust the waiting.

Painting found here.