Sunday, January 2, 2011

A Single Brushstroke Down

Light dawns, and any talk of proof
resembles a blind man's cane at sunrise.

Remember the passage,
We are with you wherever you are.

Come back to that.
When did we ever leave it?

No matter we're in a prison of forgetting
or enjoying the banquet of wisdom,
we are always inside presence.

Drunkenly asleep, tenderly awake,
clouded with grief, laughing like lightning,
angry at war, quiet with gratitude, we are nothing
in this many-mooded world of weather
but a single brushstroke down,
speaking of presence.

*The word Allah in Arabic begins with a strong downward mark.

2 comments:

kkrige said...

I just recently "found" Rumi. I discovered some of his wisdom while compiling a poetry chapbook and felt I had to include him in the mix. Neat that I found you next to add a little more of his wisdom into my world. Thank you fate...

Yaz said...

He knows my heart better than I.