Monday, January 10, 2011

A Piece of Wood


I reach for a piece of wood. It turns into a lute.
I do some meanness. It turns out helpful.
I say one must not travel during the holy month.
then I start out, and wonderful things happen.

2 comments:

The Solitary Walker said...

I know what Rumi is saying. Absolutely. But sometimes the wood... is just a piece of wood. And that's OK too.

kkrige said...

I like this. You never know what life will hand you or what direction it will take.