Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow

a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.

 ……..Rumi

rekindle purity and a lush, moveable heart…..bend and flow into the earth-laden sky…..this, too, shall be an offering of endearment…….

The question is,
what will it be like
after the last day?
Will I float
into the sky
or will I fray
within the earth or a river –
remembering nothing?
How desperate I would be
if I couldn’t remember
the sun rising, if I couldn’t
remember trees, rivers; if I couldn’t
even remember, beloved,
your beloved name.

…..Mary Oliver

bitter ruins

Rest . . . I am the keeper of fragile things
and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.
……Anaïs Nin