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After reading the desire of Rumi
His desire is for the soul’s soul to make an appearance
the moon and Mars and Venus to keep dancing
the roar and the rowdiness of the drunk down the street.
His desire is for the rest that comes in the arms of the Beloved.
Mine is of course to win the 456 million dollar lottery
so i can be someone, be someone.
To be known, and admired,
so i can be someone, be someone.
His is to know the pure cleansing power of the rain.
Mine is to write something that someone someday might read.
I kid. I tease.
I too want the soul’s soul to make an appearance.
I too want to rest in the arms of the Beloved.
I too want the silence that lives in the silence
at the silent heart of my silent self.
I do. I really do.
I just have to remember that it is not Rumi’s that I want.
His is his. The one I want is mine.
He keeps reminding me. I keep forgetting.
