Monday, October 5, 2009

Granite and Wineglass

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You are granite.
I am an empty wineglass.
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You know what happens when we touch!
You laugh like the sun coming up laughts
at a star that disappears into it.
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Love opens my chest, and thought
returns to its confines.
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Patience and rational considerations leave.
Only passion stays, whimpering and feverish.
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Some men fall down in the road like dregs thrown out.
Then, totally reckless, the next morning
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the gallop out with new purposes.  Love
is the reality, and poetry is the drum
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that calls us to that.  Don't keep complaining
about loneliness! Let the fear-language of that theme
.
crack open and float away.  Let the priest come down
from his tower, and not go back up!
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~ Rumi



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