stealing from Rumi
an observation and 3 short poems
plagiarism is soul crime
stealing from Rumi, delight
—
end of a way of life
a way of dying
of treading water
what lies beyond
the confines of mind?
there is a bright open field
bereft of right, of wrong
She will meet you there
with a mirror and shears
will attend to your unspoken needs
the ones which you have never seen
have never dreamed
--
you offer trust
a staircase into the clouds
your next step
may be your last
or a push-off
into unexpected flight
you never know
this could be
the last moment you breathe
or you just might be
that superhero
you seek
—
plenty of difficulties
to choose from
so many choices
so many ways
to lose
the awful truth
not so bad
you have to go through
to ascend
dig down into grief
to mend