Sublime Generosity

You are the fountain of the sun’s light.
I am a willow shadow on the ground.
You make my raggedness silky.
The soul at dawn is like the darkened water
that slowly begins to say “Thank you, thank you.”
Then at sunset, again, Venus gradually
changes into the moon and then the whole nightsky.
This comes of smiling back
at your smile.
The chess master says nothing,
other than moving the silent chess piece.
That I am part of the ploys
of this game makes me
amazingly happy.

~ Rumi

3 thoughts on “Sublime Generosity

  1. Thomas says:

    Lovely Lauren. Here’s a dittyromp in return:

    You have two legs
    two arms
    a credit card
    and a hardware store down the street.
    A wheelbarrow waits for you there.
    Buy it.
    Fill it with your books,
    ideas of what will be
    and every last bit piece of
    pretence you call
    I know.
    Push the barrow up that steep turnpike,
    up, up again and around and up
    and dump it over the cliff.
    Throw over likewise
    any maps you snuck into your pockets.
    Chuck your clothes while you’re at it.
    They can only hamper.

    There is no model for you.

    None at all.

  2. Thomas says:

    That came from the netherworld somewhere inside me, Lauren, the place where feelings reside, so thank you. I love the feeling life.

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