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 playedthe game of chess
Not having playedthe game of chess
I’m already the checkmate
Not having tasted a single cup of your wine
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
Not having entered the battlefield
I’m already wounded and slain
I no longer know the difference
between image and reality
Like the shadow
Like the shadow
I am
And
I am not
And
I am not
Jalaluddin Rumi,
Persian Poet
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