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
