I’m drenched in the flood which has yet to come
I’m tied up in the prison which has yet to exist
Not having played the game of chess I’m already the checkmate
Not having tasted a single cup of your wine I’m already drunk
Not having entered the battlefield I’m already wounded and slain
I no longer know the difference between image and reality
Like the shadow I am
And I am not
Jalaluddin Rumi
I’m tied up in the prison which has yet to exist
Not having played the game of chess I’m already the checkmate
Not having tasted a single cup of your wine I’m already drunk
Not having entered the battlefield I’m already wounded and slain
I no longer know the difference between image and reality
Like the shadow I am
And I am not
Jalaluddin Rumi
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