We did not leave one another in povertyWe aren't needy thus greedyYou are free to love And you are free to be lovedTherein is my blessing for it, with my hearts felt love... I have read too much words of GibranI have read too many thoughts of Rumi.He asks me " R U ME", each time i Call the Beloved.And so this heart in me is nowBeyond this body of me How else can one be.But to continue to grow,Not inwardly to a collapsed pointBut outwardly to an opened heartTo an awakened heart that was once sleeping I look at the seed in the left handThen i look at the fruit in the right hand.Betwix the two is the expanseOf the universe of time and space.If that growth is denied then there is no fruit And no need of the seed eitherNo need for the farmer or his stockNo need for earth, wind, fire, light and waterThe whole purpose of existence is sacrificedBecause of our two hands and their limited holds
As long as I keep reading and especially Rumi then I find sustenance ……..
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