Hands Which Touch Through Ours

What I would say today - if I could - from Hafiz and Rumi's sister of the West

Divine hands which shape through ours
Sounds which echo what God never said

The Divine is speechless -
Too in love to chat

The Holy Wind ruffled our hair
and caused a lot of commotion:

We think God made some rules
but how can that be true
when our souls are really
the govenor of all?

The One Mind shapes through ours
Our bodies and the earth are clay...
Is this not so,
My dear?

I have a lovely habit...
At night in my prayers
I touch everyone...
I have seen or felt
that day...

I shape my heart
like theirs
and theirs
like mine.

St Teresa of Avila

via Daniel Ladinsky, translator of -The Gift: Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West (slightly adapted by this blogger)