rumi for the monday , so called monday, ha

once upon a time
there was a man
who lived
and died

and died
before
he died

rumi

the fellow
was called

and he
called on god
often
and in everything
the way
katie does
but different
and the same:

how
about a poem
of sorts:

"when it is cold and raining
you are more beautiful

and frogs crying out
in the night,
bring me
even closer to your skin

ah,
this

the inner knowing, which has never been born,
wakens in me
when
i see that in you

ah,

i can't explain the goings
or the comings,

somehow,
you enter

and suddenly
i am nowhere

lost and found
in the Mystery"

my trans,
of sorts