Since the beginning he felt the emptiness
The prophet promised love would fill all the empty spaces
He'd be held in light, the answer to the unasked questions
Radiating like a torch
But love so often became the mundane
Buying milk, fixing the faucet,
Reviewing property values
Arguing about new tires.
Where was that path with every footstep
Limed in fire?
That melody that made every muscle
Strain with desire?
Still looking for Rumi somewhere on the road.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 3:04 AM UTC
Since the beginning he felt the emptiness
The prophet promised love would fill all the empty spaces
He'd be held in light, the answer to the unasked questions
Radiating like a torch
But love so often became the mundane
Buying milk, fixing the faucet,
Reviewing property values
Arguing about new tires.
Where was that path with every footstep
Limed in fire?
That melody that made every muscle
Strain with desire?
Still looking for Rumi somewhere on the road.
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