What Is Not Here
“I start out on this road, call it love or emptiness.
I only know what is not here.
Resentment seeds, back-scratching greed,
worrying about outcome, fear of people.
When a bird gets free, it does not go back
for remnants left on the bottom of the cage.
Close by, I am rain. Far off, a cloud on 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
