The Bright Core of Failure
Sometimes you enter the heart.
Sometimes you are born from the soul.
Sometimes you weep a song of separation.
It is all the same glory.
You live in beautiful forms,
and you are the energy that breaks form.
All light, neither this nor that.
Human beings go places on foot.
Angels, with wings.
Even if they find nothing but ruins
and failure, you are the bright core of that.
-- from Coleman Barks, A Year With Rumi