What’s Not Here
by Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī.
I started out on this road, call it
love or emptiness. I only know what’s
not here: resentment seeds, back-
scratching greed, worrying about out-
outcome, fear of people. When a bird gets
free, it doesn’t go back for remnant
left on the bottom of the cage! Close
by, I’m rain. Far off, a cloud of fire.
I seem restless…
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