startling banals

18 February 2006

Rumi

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you,
not knowing
how blind that I was
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere
They're in each other all along.
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Like a thief,
Reason sneaked in and sat amongst the lovers eager to
give them advice.
They were unwilling to listen,
So reason kissed their feet
And went on its way
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For years, copying other people, I tried to know
myself.
From within, I couldn't decide what to do.
Unable to see, I heard my name being called.
Then I walked outside.

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