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I'm Not Saying This Right



You bind me, and I tear away in a rage to open out
into air, a round brightness, a candlepoint,
all reason, all love.

This confusing joy, your doing,
this hangover, your tender thorn.

You turn to look, I turn.
I'm not saying this right.

I am a jailed crazy who ties up spirit-women.
I am Solomon.

What goes comes back. Come back.
We never left each other.

A disbeliever hides disbelief,
but I will say his secret.

More and more awake, getting up at night,
spinning and falling with love for Shams.

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intrepidrayne
Jun. 7th, 2007 05:17 pm (UTC)
I thoroughly enjoyed this. :) Was this one of those Rumi type poems?
ahavah
Jun. 8th, 2007 03:45 am (UTC)
Yes, this is a Rumi poem. I do the daily rumi every Wednesday, and I posted it here as well. I'm glad you liked it.
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