hold. open. clear.
Rumi:
i’ve lost the thread of the story i was telling.
friend, i’ve shrunk to a hair trying to say your story
would you tell mine?
i’ve made up so many love stories.
now i feel fictional.
the body is a device to calculate
the astronomy of the spirit.
try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it.
be a spot of ground where nothing is growing.
where something might be planted.
a seed, possibly, from the Absolute
now i remember the story.
