A Meditation On Rumi

I adore Rumi. The wisdom within his poetry has long guided me. 

Within this small line: the importance of faith. Not necessarily directed toward any particular diety. Simply regarding our community. 

Our futures are unknowable until they become our past. Even then meaning slowly gets gleaned. 

I live with a dangerous mindset: desiring to understand all the ramifications of a choice before I act. This impossibility risks paralyzing me. Often, it has. Losing opportunity out of fear? That’s sad. 

I need to embrace that the way will appear when it needs to, and not a moment before. And that this way is good, it is for the best. 

Believe the unknown and uncontrollable are not reasons to hide, to wait, relegating opportunity to vapor. 

Early Morning 

Awake 

Against my will
My uncontrollable mind
Second guessing my life
Every choice open to
Ridicule

Through my open window
A lone bird’s chatter
This strange, calm click
Answers my insanity
With a call 

For tea  

Black History Month Meditation 2: Langston Hughes 

Slowly I study the man
Delighting in imagery
Phrases bending to his will
And the flow of his heart

Slowly gazing into the soul of
Of a poet’s ghost
Tendrils of dreams
Glimmering in morning dew
Fading at the touch
Of my privilege

Lies I tell myself 

Echoing voices

Brief flickers of

Light behind my

Eyes seeing potential

Birthed by different

Choices of a life

Not lived

Caught unwary

Tinged these

With regret

Painful loss

Of a false future

A lie told to

Myself

Though I love haiku, I also love creating longer works and free verse. 

Frenetic Mind 

My frenetic mind 

Creating mad exhaustion 

Stillness saving me 
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