I Love The Poetry Of Rumi

I ask a flower, "How is it you are so wise so young?"
"With the first morning wind and first dew, I lost my innocence."
I follow the one who showed me the way.
I extend one way up, and with the other I touch the ground.
A great branch leans down from the sky.
How long will I keep talking of up and down?
This is not my home;
silence, annihilation, absence!
I go back where everything is nothing."
~Rumi.