What separates me from joy
from the drunkenness of Rumi
the ecstasy of Hafiz
How do I enter that world
where even the boisterous throngs
are loved and made friends
In a world gone mad
with dreams of right and wrong
walking narrow circuitous paths
Where is the Spring
that eternally flows
and slacks the deepest thirst
Am I suddenly blind
and deaf to the Ocean's call
disoriented by the cities noise
Where is that thread I held
that was soft in my hand
yet kept me from slipping
So tired I want to stop
and just lay down
give up and completely surrender
Sob and whimper
letting the dam fall
and be washed away
Loose myself
into death of this little i
that continually bemoans
Become as a polished stone
pounded by the Sea
taking new shape
Emerging again
into the stream of life
as the Sea recedes
But never so far
as to loose the sound
of the crashing waves
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