What you seek is seeking you… Rumi

Rumi
The cool copper flips between the calloused fingers
Back and forth; back and forth; back and forth
Go on; speak those words which hang on your breath
Like a garland made of wildflowers
Growing without boundaries in your mother’s garden
Go on; whisper the deepest desires of your gypsy soul
Those which divert your mind into mysterious pools
Of everlasting hope and fleeting anguish
Back and forth; back and forth; back and forth
Go on; char those vapid spaces encasing your existence
With the glint of your wicked smile and bargain over
Your own self until you own every last bit of it
Remember, what you seek is seeking you
Memorizing the patterns of your lost tradition
Writing your biography from each unspoken word
Like a wave it is rushing towards your homeland
So, go on darling; flip that lucky penny and say
Yes, yes, yes in all your distinctive tongues
Swim boldly into the baby blue and get ready to rock
Back and forth; back and forth; back and forth

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