Saturday, December 3, 2011

Dinner With Rumi

I have lived on the lip 
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I've been knocking from the inside!

- Rumi

I'd love to have dinner with Rumi. 
The man is onto something.
He's a gentle tap on the shoulder/ or a slap on the head?
He could talk and talk and I'd sit, very quiet, 
Nodding every now and then.
Possibly over a glass of red wine and candlelight 
on a Saturday night?

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