Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You're covered with thick clouds.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
'Quiet' by Rumi
I wonder if I'll ever learn to review life choices regularly; not wait until painful times like physical or emotional illness give me no other choice but to review. Who knows?!
4 comments:
Very cool post!
Great to hear from you, darling!
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Love the art and the poetry. Hope you do have a chance to sit quietly and ponder your choices. Nice visiting your blog. Hope you're well.
So meaningful, your posts really make me think.
This is a marvelous post, and I thank you.
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