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2013-10-15

"what is not here"



i start out on this road, 
call it love or emptiness. 
i only know what's not here.

resentment seeds, backscratching greed, 
worrying about outcome, fear of people.

when a bird gets free, 
it does not go back for remnants 
left on the bottom of the cage.

close by, i'm 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 does not apply to me. 
while intelligence considers options, 
i am somewhere lost in the wind. - Rumi


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