What Rumi Would Say To Us Today
by 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


      You have already been found.  

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