
Ripening
This Rumi poem has turned into a woman-bird:
The Simorgh of my heart
is longing to fly again
The caldron that stirred
all my childish notions
has finished simmering
All you see inside is eternal love
I am ready now
Ripening
This Rumi poem has turned into a woman-bird:
The Simorgh of my heart
is longing to fly again
The caldron that stirred
all my childish notions
has finished simmering
All you see inside is eternal love
I am ready now