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The same wind that uproots trees makes the grasses shine.
The lordly wind loves the weakness and the lowness of grasses.
Never brag of being strong.
The axe doesn’t worry how thick the branches are.
It cuts them to pieces.
But not the leaves.
It leaves the leaves alone.
A flame doesn’t consider the size of the woodpile.
A butcher doesn’t run from a flock of sheep.
What is form in the presence of reality?
Very feeble.
Reality keeps the sky turned over
Like a cup above us, revolving.
Who turns the sky wheel?
The universal intelligence.
And the motion of the body
comes from the spirit like a waterwheel that’s held in a stream.
The inhaling-exhaling is from spirit, now angry, now peaceful.
Wind destroys, and wind protects.
There is no reality but God,
says the completely surrendered sheikh,
who is an ocean for all beings.
The levels of creation are straws in that ocean.
The movement of the straws comes from an agitation in the water.
When the ocean wants the straws calm,
it sends them close to shore.
When it wants them back in the deep surge,
it does with them as the wind does with the grasses.
This never ends.