Rumi Poem

What’s That?

I started out on this road, call it
love or emptiness.

I only know what’s not here:
resentment seeds, back-scratching
greed, worrying about out-comes,
fear of people.

When a bird gets free, it
doesn’t return for the remnant
left on the bottom of the cage!

I’m close by; rain. Far off, a cloud of 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?

While intelligence considers options,
I am somewhere lost in the wind.

—-Rumi