I used to like to read the poems of Rumi But I did not have a clue What he meant when he said Beloved Friend Until I met you Now I know why the Sufis whirl: It's awfully hard to rest With all this love and fire inside my chest I never understood that last supper I did not know what to think When Jesus said, "my body is this bread And my blood this drink" Had he merged with all of creation? - Or found some fountain of youth Now I see what I thought was alchemy Is just the literal truth And you don't need to be a Christian mystic Or be born under a lucky star You only need to be still and ask who you are, Be still and know who you are And to know the sound of one hand clapping You don't need to read Lao Tsu Just look around, look around, this is the sound Do you hear it too? One hand clapping, one heart singing One Being being me and you Only one unmoving ocean Where many waves pass through And you don't need to be a Zen Buddhist To pierce the heart of this mystery You only need to be willing to stop and see, See what is still and free You don't need to be a whirling dervish, Or study scripture or travel far You only need to be still and ask who you are Be willing to know who you are