But remember,
it is by failures that lovers
stay aware of how they are loved.
Failure is the key
to the kingdom within. Your prayer should be, “Break the legs
of what I want to happen. Humiliate
my desire. Eat me like candy.
It’s spring and finally
I have no will.”
—Rumi, Mathnawi, III, 4391 – 4472)
both legs broken—
still this desire to crawl
on my hands
*
wanting to send
a dozen long-stemmed
dreams
*
thrown into the ring
wrestling
myself
*
walking five paths
never taking
a single step
*
pulling back
the veils of the heart—
your footprint
*
not looking
for an answer—
so she said
*
beside the sunflowers
naked except
this strand of what ifs
*
sweet failure
loving
you
Can’t seem to get the comment through but it said I liked the connection of the first of the eight to the quote, and thus the rest seemed to connect nicely. And it wondered if you’ve found a set of poetry dice to get these numbers rolling:)
Hmmm … A hard time commenting? Sorry! This is the only one that came through, as you notice. I like the dice idea!
It’s not you. I’m traveling with just my iPad and the wifi round me is the ninth failing.