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

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~ by Scott Hamilton Peters on January 25, 2013.

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