“More Range” (Rumi)

We are friends with the one who kills us, who gives us to the ocean waves.

We love this death. Only ignorance says, Put it off a while, day after tomorrow.

Do not avoid the knife. This friend only seems fierce, bringing your soul more range, perching your falcon on a cliff of the wind.

Jesus on his cross, Hallaj on his. Those absurd executions hold a secret.

Cautious cynics claim they know

what they are doing every minute, and why.

Submit to love without thinking, as the sun rose this morning

recklessly extinguishing

our star-candle minds.

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