“Judge a moth by its candle.”
O Rumi, I’ve become the moth
Whose candle has been fired and
Replaced by an LED bulb
That better fits the firm ethos.
“Be a tree and let the dead leaves drop.”
O Rumi, I was searching me
In fallen leaves of autumns past.
I found you in my gnarly roots
Becoming rings around my being.
“Be an empty page, untouched by words.”
O Rumi, what a flaw I have:
I can’t abide an empty page,
As silence scares me more than words.
I lose myself in finding use.