Saturday April 23, 2016
The Essential Rumi
Tr. by Coleman Barks
No need to wait until we die to say what we think might shatter all the ceramics and splinter all the mirrors and shake the lentils in the jars.
No need to wait until we die to love who we love and kiss all the places that usually go forgotten all those gentle small open spaces like the curve behind the ear and the crevice of the hip.
No need to wait until we die to dream our wild dreams the kind with rainbow maned horses and chocolate bubble bathes and samosas with Beethoven.
No need to wait until we die to finally write that poem, write that letter, write that story, write that truth syrup like maple and mustard and water.