I'm not trying to invent a new way
to build a house, to fashion walls and doors,
to inlay windows, to orient a home
for the first rays of a rising Sun;
I'm not trying to pretend that I
can sing without another's trope, can speak
with words that are just mine, can sigh
about a trial of love that no one knows.
I am an instrument of spirit that
dances as it speaks, is filled with the
breath of all breath; I'm inspired to live
neither in temple nor in mosque, to be
without a thought or word: I am servant
of the form that extends beyond me.
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