Monday, October 25, 2010

monday night rumi

The hurt you embrace becomes joy.
Call it to your arms where it can

change. A silkworm eating leaves

makes a cocoon. Each of us weaves

a chamber of leaves and sticks.
Silkworms begin to truly exist

as they disappear inside that room.
Without legs, we fly. When I stop

speaking, this poem will close,

and open its silent wings....

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