Friend,
there's a window
that opens from heart to heart
and there are ways of closing it
completely, not a needle's eye
of access. open or shut, both ways
are sometimes appropriate
the deepest ignorance is not to know
about this window. when houses live
side by side with windows open,
that's the embrace we want, a place where great souls
can stopover and rest. i'll say just
one more image and not explain.
when david works with metal, he likes to melt down
locks and chains and forge them
into new shapes with his art.
a shout comes from my room
where i've been cooped up.
after all my lust and dead living
i can still live with you
you want me to.
you fix and bring me food
you forget the way i've been.
the ocean moves and surges
in the heat of the middle of the day
in the middle of the thought
i'm having.
why aren't all human resistances
burning up with this thought?
it's a drum and arms waving.
it's a bonfire on the top edge of a hill
this meeting again with you.
- RUMI
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