The sun leaps
into responsibility,
freshly pressed dripping
another delectable day
into me, though it knows
and has always known
I am still not ready
caught in a thread
spun by the same spider
that spun the night
I live between:
I should know better
than to stay in this
cocoon
with hands untwined
enough to hush the alarm
and bat unease
from creased pillows
let all dust and web
surrender to the solvent
between things.
I comb through
last night’s dream
as it pours itself into
my favourite cup,
stirring the yawning tides
and dissolving them
with the stars
and watch
with heavy eyes
as the morning shadows
dance on porcelain walls,
disappear
into the infinite window
where the oldest light
that silently lights
the distant meadow fields
lights the cracks
of this room
waits
and continues to wait
for me.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 6:59 AM UTC
The sun leaps
into responsibility,
freshly pressed dripping
another delectable day
into me, though it knows
and has always known
I am still not ready
caught in a thread
spun by the same spider
that spun the night
I live between:
I should know better
than to stay in this
cocoon
with hands untwined
enough to hush the alarm
and bat unease
from creased pillows
let all dust and web
surrender to the solvent
between things.
I comb through
last night’s dream
as it pours itself into
my favourite cup,
stirring the yawning tides
and dissolving them
with the stars
and watch
with heavy eyes
as the morning shadows
dance on porcelain walls,
disappear
into the infinite window
where the oldest light
that silently lights
the distant meadow fields
lights the cracks
of this room
waits
and continues to wait
for me.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Dont go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Dont go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Dont go back to sleep.
A Great Wagon by Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks
