Rumi: I Am And I Am Not

I Am and I Am Not I’m drenched in the flood which has yet to come I’m tied up in the prison which has yet to exist Not having played the game of chess I’m already the checkmate Not having tasted a single cup of your wine I’m already drunk Not having entered the battlefield […]

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Those Hands

those hands I remember- stable and strong one side knowing labour, driving rains and scorching sun so determined and honest and the other side: gentle and young

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tell me.

I’ve been filleted like a bass or a rock cod gutted clean of soul and thought I’m just following my feet from shadows to the streetlight And no, I dont want to talk but I guess I will come out tonight If thats what you want… I dont really care where it is Im just […]

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