Sometimes I am drowning in answers
thirsting for questions –
for it is the pain of not knowing
that I’ve befriended.
This one speaks of separation,
that one of where union begins
another speaks of two fountains that converge
and shoot up toward the heavens.
I have loved and longed
for a bird locked in a gilded cage
thinking the bird on the perch was alive
oh, Jalal ad-Din may be dead,
but Mevlana lives –
even with the cage closed
,
away, that bird flies.
But when the door is open
it is the I of I who flies away
as if pain had wings
and love had weight.
study this poem carefully…
