Tuesday, May 31, 2005

One last thing before I go.

Don't know what this was doing sitting on the bookshelf, a collection of Rumi's poems, very beautifully illustrated. This is probably the most gorgeous arrangement of words I have ever come across. Enjoy.


Sometimes I forget completely what companionship is.
Unconscious and insane
I spill sad energy everywhere.
My story gets told in various ways:
a romance, a dirty joke,
a war, a vacancy.
Divide up my forgetfulness to any number,
it will go around.

These dark suggestions that I follow,
are they part of some plan?

Friends,
be careful.
Don't come near me out of curiosity,
or sympathy.

posted by beckyboo @ 11:22 PM

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