Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The Music

For sixty years I have been forgetful,
every minute, but not for a second
has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.
I deserve nothing. Today I recognize
that I am the guest the mystics talk about.
I play this living music for my host.
Everything today is for the host.

1 comment:

Elisabeth said...

Oh to be sixty, soon to be sixty. I'm glad Rumi made it and what a feast he offers.