“No Discussion” (Rumi)

West or East, there has been no lover like me. My sky bends back like a bow at full draw for centuries.

I am the lucky one who wakes for a lover’s touch. With bitter medicine, I taste sweet juice. If you resent the cure, you stay sick.

Apprentice bows to master in silence, no impudent banter, no discussion. Underwater, divers hold their breath.

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