A MOUSE AND A FROG

A mouse and a frog meet every morning on the riverbank. They sit in a nook of the ground and talk.
Each morning, the second they see each other, they open easily, telling stories and dreams and secrets, empty of ant fear or suspicious holding back.
To watch and listen to those two is to understand how, as it's written, sometimes when two being come together, Christ becomes visible.
The mouse starts laughing out a story he hasn't thought of in five years, and the telling might take five years!
There's no blocking the speech flow-river-running- all carrying momentum that true intimacy is.
Bitterness doesn't have a chance with those two.
The God- messenger, Khidr, touches a roasted fish, It leaps off the grill back into the water.
Friend sit by Friend, and the tablets appear. They read the mysteries off each other's foreheads.
But one day the mouse complains, "There are times when I want sobat, and you're out in the water, jumping around where you can't hear me. We meet at this appointed time, but the text says, Lover pray constantly. Once a day, once a week, five times an hour, is not enough. Fish like we are need the ocean around us!" Do camel bells say, Let's meet back here Thursday night? Ridiculous. They jingle to gather continuously, talking while the camel walks.
Do you pay regular visit to your self? Don't argue or answer rationally-
Let us die,
and dying, reply-

Rumi

Refference The Essential
Rumi
Translations by Coleman Barks with John Moyne