" The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,

they're in each other all along."

From Essential Rumi

by Coleman Barks


Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Sailing


When you are sailing
on the ocean of your thoughts
your eyes are steel-gray,
reflecting the cloudy sky above
and the depths of the waters
you are crossing.

You are visiting countless ports,
and, like a back of your hand,
you know many different shores;
you can tell the constellations
guiding your boat from above,
but you never touch the waves...

Afraid of icebergs and coral reefs
just on the surface, drifting,
you don't explore the mystery of the ocean;
like a sailor afraid of a voice of a siren,
not knowing how to swim and afraid of drowning
- you never immerse in water...

While I dive,
and swim to the nadir of my sea
to set me free.

Eterne
September 2010