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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