rumi poem

- a small green island
There is a small green island where one white cow lives
alone, a meadow of an island.

The cow grazes till nightfall, full and fat, but during the
night she panics and grows

thin as a single hair. "What shall I eat tomorrow? there's
nothing left" By dawn,

the grass has grown up again, waist-high. the cow starts
eating and by dark the

meadow is clipped short. She's full of strength and energy,
but she panics in the dark

as before, and grows abnormally thin overnight. The cow
does this over and over,

and this is all she does. She never thinks, "This meadow has
never failed to grow back.

why should I be afraid every night that it won't? The cow
is the bodily soul. The

island field is this world where that grows lean with fear and
fat with blessing, lean

and fat. White cow, don't make yourself miserable with what's
to come, or not to come.