Bonfire At Midnight

I picked up  my Essential Rumi this morning and it opened to this page. What’s one to do to stop the burn and stop the smoking? 😉 Only Rumi can tell it like it is! Love passion and energy.


A shout comes out of my room

where I’ve been cooped up.

After all my lust and dead living I can still live with you.

You want me to.

You fix and bring me food.

You forget the way I’ve been.

The ocean moves and surges in the heat

of the middle of the day,

in the heat of this thought I’m having.

Why aren’t all human resistances burning up with this thought?

It’s a drum and arms waving.

It’s a bonfire at midnight on the top edge of a hill,

this meeting again with you.

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