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