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?
