Thank Rumi

We cannot know

We cannot know

We cannot know

And if we could, would we become wise and kind and lose the lines between you and me?

And if we could, would we die now?

And if we could, would the way I do to you be what I do to myself?

And is it already?

And are we are we are we … who’s, anyway?

Who am I in this thought traffic?

Be with me where my wild juice resides

I am awake … I fancy myself awake, anyway

I like to be witty

It gives me pleasure to see you smile

To wake up your eyes

To see them crinkle

It is a little power

A flirtation with the breath of life

I want you to read me

So, it is yours already

To suck it from me

And be fed

And nourished

And awake

Read me before I die

Read me after I die

It is all the same

Your eyes are my pen

My pen is your heart

Your heart is my mind

My wild mind is your despair

Your despair is my hardship

My hardship is your failure

Your failure is my kin

My kin is your skin

Your skin is my kidney

My kidney is your grey cat

Your grey cat is my pillow case and I sleep there and I dream and you dream and when we stop we are awake

Awaken

Beloved

Do as you want