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Monday, July 31, 2017

On the other side

Quietness

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.

Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.

Walk out like somebody suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.

Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.

Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.
                                           Rumi
____________________________

the rush of the day is over
all the voices
all the striving
all the wondering and worrying

all the measuring of self

the TV is off
and on the front porch
I sit
Listening to the silence

The thunder rumbles briefly
And the rain falls

And then
Once again silence

And all that I have carried falls away
The good, the bad, the ugly

All gone
And nothing remains
Except
What lies on the other side
Of this
death

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