What Rumi Would Say To Us Todayby Tresha Faye Haefner
All your life the cops chase you. Kafka’s attorney puts your life on trial. Somewhere, someone watching you is jealous. You are what’s expected. Whales sing out your name. And the rose? How violently it opens for your kiss. You know when you die, you will be there in this great love. Along with Shamz of Tabriz and someone else who has hurt you. Turn off the search engine, click the find button. The jealous nowhere is not something for which I can search. It is here, in the place where You have already been found.