“Wax” (Rumi)

When I see you and how you are, I close my eyes to the other. For your Solomon’s seal I become wax throughout my body. I wait to be light. I give up opinions on all matters. I become the reed flute for your breath.

You were inside my hand. I kept reaching around for something. I was inside your hand, but I kept asking questions of those who know very little.

I must have been incredibly stupid or insane

to sneak into my own house and steal money, to climb over the fence and steal my own vegetables. But no more. I have gotten free of that ignorant fist

that was pinching and twisting my secret self.

The universe and the light of the stars come through me. I am the crescent moon put up over the gate to the festival.