I start out on this road, call it love or emptiness.

I only know what’s not here:

resentment seeds, back-scratching greed, worrying about out-come, fear of people.

When a bird gets free,
it doesn’t go back for remnants left on the bottom of the cage!

Close by, I’m rain.
Far off, a cloud of fire.

I seem restless, but I am deeply at ease.
Branches tremble; the roots are still.

I am a universe in a handful of dirt,
whole when totally demolished.

Talk about choices does not apply to me.

While intelligence considers options,
I am somewhere lost in the wind.

-Rumi  translated by Coleman Barks




 
Posted by | Paul Reynolds
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