Who makes these changes?
I shoot an arrow right
It lands left.
I ride after a deer and find myself
chased by a hog.
I plot to get what I want
and end up in prison.
I dig pits to trap others
and fall in.
I should be suspicious of what I want.
-------Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks
Quoted from a book Edited by Robert Bly: "The soul is here for it's own joy. Sacred poems from many cultures." The Ecco Press, Hopewell, N.J. 08525. 1995. ISBN 0-88001-355-9.
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