The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark off a stone, a flickering in metal.
Both candle,
and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.
I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence,
the lift and the falling away.
What is and what isn't.
You who know Jelaluddin,
you the one in all,
say who I am.
Say I am you.
