This earth eats men and women,
and yet we are sent to eat the world,
this place that tries to fool us with tomorrow.
Wait until tomorrow,
which we outwit by enjoying only this now.
We gather at night to celebrate being human.
Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine.
Fish drink the sea,
but the sea does not get any smaller!
We eat the clouds and evening light.
We are slaves tasting the royal wine.
Excerpt of the poem A Delicate Girl by Rumi