2 poems by Rumi

If ten lamps are in one place,

each differs in form from another;

yet you can't distinguish whose radiance is whose

when you focus on the light.

In the field of spirit there is no division;

no individuals exist.

Sweet is the oneness of the Friend with His friends.

Catch hold of spirit.

Help this headstrong self disintegrate;

that beneath it you may discover unity,

like a buried treasure.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn't make any sense.