The spirit is like an ant, and the body like a grain of wheat
which the ant carries to and fro continually.
The ant knows that the grains of which it has taken charge
will change and become assimilated.
One ant picks up a grain of barley on the road;
another ant picks up a grain of wheat and runs away.
The barley doesn't hurry to the wheat,
but the ant comes to the ant, yes it does.
The going of the barley to the wheat is merely consequential:
it's the ant that returns to its own kind.
Don't say, "Why did the wheat go to the barley?"
Fix your eye on the holder, not on that which is held.
As when a black ant moves along on a black felt cloth:
the ant is hidden from view; only the grain is visible on its way.
But Reason says: "Look well to your eye:
when does a grain ever move along without a carrier?"
"Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance"
Camille and Kabir Helminski
Threshold Books, 1996
Something To Be 
You know, I knew nothing about Sufism and am finding it quite interesting. This is nice, thanks!
Hey I know nothing about it either 🙂
Last night I was informed, that they sew their lips together when in a trance?
Salamaat,
hmmm…sew? I don’t know about that…maybe a figurative “sewing of the lips” 🙂
nice poem, i love Rumi.
sew their lips?! isn’t that a bit too much?! and yeah, maybe it’s jst figuratively, right?! 🙂
Salamaat,
you’ve been tagged:)
I’m gonna have to research about this. And thanks for Tagging me Maliiiiiiiiiiiiha 😀
HAHAHA! I’m having so much fun. Did you see how Maliha spelled your name? I’m rubbing my misspelling charm onto everyone!
Salamaat!
Oh NO!!!! how could i?! I am really sorry Maryam. I am going to fix it RIGHT NOW.
blame it on saly:p
*chuckles* yes i noticed, thats why i typed her name as “maliiiiiiiiiiha”
Salamaat,
i totally missed that one Maryam:)
I thought you were all excited like Maliiihaaa…in the same way i write *huuggggggggggzz*
hahhaa..i see you are not excited…*humph*
Oh boy, oh boy, am I havin fun wid this!