wooden cages

WoODEN CAGES
I may be clapping my hands,but I don't belong to a crowd of clappers.Neither
this nor that,I'm not part of a group that loves flute music or one that loves
gambling or drinking wine.Those who live in time,descended from Adam,made
of earth and water,I'm not part of that. Don't listen to what I say,as though
these words came from an inside and went to an outside. Your faces are very
beautiful, but they are wooden cages. You had better run from me.My words
are fire. I have nothing to do with being famous,or making grand judgments,
or feeling full of shame. I borrow nothing. I don't want anything from
anybody. I flow through human beings. Love is my only companion.When union happens,my speech goes inside toward Shams. At that meeting all the secrets
of language will no longer be secret.