Just for today, I would like to dance at the edge of the roof
and encourage some general madness. I shall unloose a flock
of snow white doves into the sky. Failing to find doves,
I shall release eight times a hundred petty grievances instead,
set the air a-tremble with soft wings and forgiveness. I shall
throw my head back and fling my arms wide as if to embrace
the sun, the moon and all the slow-winking stars. Onlookers
will gasp and fear for my safety, “Come down!” they will cry
with upturned faces and hearty disapproval. Laughter will
erupt from my belly, and ripple over the surface of this world
like a purple banner, like a proclamation, impossible to ignore.
I am ready to renounce words. Yes. The shapes and sounds
I’ve held most dear, I have no need for now. Save only one —
Love, I will say, Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love.
September 29, 2013
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September 29th, 2013 at 8:32 pm
Rumi will never go out of fashion…glad to know people still identify with him
September 30th, 2013 at 5:05 pm
So beautiful. Thank you. ❤
October 4th, 2013 at 12:39 pm
You’re welcome! Sending much love your way…
October 1st, 2013 at 11:11 am
so so beautiful! this is all I got to say.
March 27th, 2014 at 4:45 am
Reminds me of Nabokov — “”Don’t think I can go on. Heart, head–everything. Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita. Repeat till the page is full, printer.”
You remind me of Nabokov.
May 17th, 2023 at 3:15 am
Loved reading this thank youu