Inside a country dialect

A human being 
is like the rod Moses held
or the words that Jesus said.

The outer is just a piece of wood,
or mouth-sounds
of a country dialect,
whose inner parts 
can divide the green ocean
and make the dead
sit up and smile.

You see the far-off tents
of an encampment.
You go closer.

There is a dust-shape,
someone walking near.
Inside that, a man,
bright eyes 
and the strength of his presence.

When Moses returns from the wilderness
where he has gone alone,
Mount Sinai begins to dance.

Rumi, from Coleman Barks' A Year with Rumi


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