who makes these changes?

Who makes these changes?
I shoot an arrow right.
It lands left.
I ride after a deer and find myself
chased by a hog.
I plot to get what I want
and end up in prison.
I dig pits to trap others
and fall in.
I should be suspicious
of what I want.

Rumi

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immortal heart

We have become drunk and our heart has departed, it has
fled from us — whither has it gone?
When it saw that the chain of reason was broken,
immediately my heart took to flight.
It will not have gone to any other place, it has departed to
the seclusion of God.
Seek it not in the house, for it is of the air;
it is a bird of the air, and has gone into the air.
It is the white falcon of the Emperor; it has taken flight, and
departed to the Emperor.

Rumi

who says words with my mouth?

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed
to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in
this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave
that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

Rumi