rumi might say that love
is just the other side
of a stone wall
your mind has built
where green fields stretch
out to horizon’s edge
and golden flowers bloom
under a summer sun.
or that through the cracks
of a wounded heart
light from your beloved
abundantly burns
removing all shreds of doubt
and words no longer matter
as your world
becomes filled with truth.
or sitting across the room
he might smile
at so many questions
and begin to turn
because some facts unfold
feeling into deepest
feeling as a river flows
through your soul.
