Don't sleep now. Let the turning
night wheel through this circle.
Your brow, the moon, this
lantern we sit with.
Stay awake with these
lights. Don't sleep.
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The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there
is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
they're given wings.
-- Rumi
InshaAllah, I will post one of my poems, As soon as I feel one. Life is not poetic these days, it is lazily worrisome and boringly testing patience. InshaAllah my breath and breeze around me will soon rhyme again.
