dragonflower

In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
-Rumi

like collecting flowers,
Rumi gathered up these words and left them for me.

hundreds of years
pressed between the pages of a book.

he knew that in the infinite mirror
i would recognize them as my own,
gather them up,
and gently spread their petals over your pillow.
-df, 10-24-8

Rumi also proclaimed:
Fish don't hold the sacred liquid in cups!
They swim the huge fluid freedom.