In the breath of Rumi…

what makes up hunger?
what makes up desire?

how do we abandon
the straight line of should
and embrace the winding infinity of now?

.:: don’t go back to sleep ::.

how do we learn to clear a space
where the uncertain
and impermanent
may dwell?

.:: the door is round and open ::.

how do we abandon turmoil
and embrace serenity?