Scatterbrain sweetness ~ rumi
There is a glory that breathes life back
in a corpse and brings strangers together
as friends. Call that one back who fills
the held-out robe of a thornbush with
flowers, who clears muddied minds, who
gives a two-day-old infant wisdom beyond
anyone's learning. "What baby?" you ask.
There is a fountain, a passion circulating.
I'm not saying this well because I'm too
much in the scatterbrain sweetness. Listen
anyway. It must be said. There are eyes
that see into eternity. A presence beyond
the power and magic of shamans. Let that
in. Sink to the floor, full prostration.