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Rumi Sufi Poet

Oh the written verse

coming from a man

who wants to keep

to a certain path.

He’s driven by the rush

of newness

what first time things

can do to the mind.

He invites us

to travel along

to keep him company

on his free fall.

He is fragile

adore him

he’s showing us

how to love.

Crawling on the soft moss

his once pristine cloth

now cleansed by the mud.

For the first time

he’s finally invisible

no more prophet or God.

People come and ask

where has he gone?

All the while

he’s right there

in front of them.

His delicate newness

which he has taught us

he’s much safer

buried somewhere

in the forgotten shadows.

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