THE BLOCKED ROAD

I wish I knew what you wanted.

You block the road and won't give me a rest.

You pull my lead rope one way, then the other.

You act cold my darling!

Do you hear what I say?

Will this night of talking never end?

Why am I still embarrassed and timid about you?

You are thousands. You are one.

Quiet, but most articulate.

Your name is Spring.

Your name is wine.

Your name is the nausea

that comes from wine!

You are my doubting

and the lightpoints

in my eyes.

You are every image, and yet

I'm homesick for you.

Can I get there?

Where the deer pounces on the lion,

where the one I'm after's

after me?

This drum and these words keep pounding!

Let them both smash through their coverings

into silence.

-RUMI

WATER FROM YOUR SPRING

What was in that candle's light

that opened and consumed me so quickly?

Come back my friend! The form of our love

is not a created form.

Nothing can help me but that beauty.

There was a dawn I remember

when my soul heard something

from your soul. I drank water

from your spring and felt

the current take me.

-RUMI