On the Night of Creation I was awake.
Busy at work while everyone slept.
I was there to see the first wink
and hear the first tale told.
I was the first one caught
in the hair of the Great Imposter.
Whirling around the still-point of ecstasy
I spun like the wheel of heaven.
How can I describe this to you?–
you were born later.
I was a companion of the Ancient Lover;
Like a bowl with a broken rim
I endured his tyranny.
Why shouldn’t I be as lustrous as the King’s cup?–
I have lived in the room of treasures.
Why shouldn’t this bubble become the sea?–
I am the secret that lies at the bottom…
Sh…No more words–
Hear only the voice within.
Remember, the first thing He said was:
We are beyond words Rumi