#17

Urgency writes a jagged poem

whose cutting edges crumble 

to dust in no time

while Faith has all the time in the world

to build a temple that will endure

for centuries

Desperation grabs at everything 

when all that is needed

is gratitude for comforts granted

like air, tears, and laughter

That driving hunger will abate

when the desires compelled 

for what is not,

exhaust themselves and go to bed

at the foot of your wholeness

content and dreaming of light..

Rumi Writes:

Rumi writes:

i am through with everything but you

i am dying into your mystery

and dying, i am now no other than mystery-

...we are the fishes in your sea,

we are your gestures and your pleasures, 

but, o, my love, you are not

approached by thoughts like these.

love 

is not approached by thought

at all..

#15

#15

i am limited

by time, gravity, energy

and my abilities..

if I am loved only for what I do

I will never rest.

# 14

#14

i am ordinary which is scary

because of my compulsive belief

in the lie that 

i must be special to be loved.